her devotion to her domestic duties, while, at the same time she taught a subscription school as a means of help in supporting herself. This school lasted two years, during which time she was also assistant missionary to Miss Helen K. Jackson. Possibly we are now reaching the point in this history when God, in "His own way," is ready to satisfy the desires and answer the prayers of this saint-like child of His. A tea-table is spread at the house of one of her brethren in Christ; she is invited, as were several other respectable citizens, among whom was Rev. J. J. Cole, a missionary to that land—
"Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand."
That land so far away, where—
"The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone."
Here she met, for the first time, him whose wife she was evidently sure to become. This was not a fixed plan of any naan or woman. Certainly none of the parties on either side dreamed of any such results as did come. However, Miss Lucy Ann Henry and Rev. J. J. Cole met for the first time; they beheld each other; they liked each other, and finally they loved each other. Rev. Cole in a few days (or possibly the next day) found his way to the Henry residence, and again and again he made his way there. Her mother saw that God was about to "open the way." She became anxious about things, and one day when she thought that Rev. Cole
