her was manifest. Most of them, we believe, graduated afterwards at Howard University, and one, at least, became a Gospel minister.
Charleston jail stood near by, and Cynthia was not long in learning something of the condition and needs of the prisoners. She saw that many young boys, arrested on mere suspicion, were confined with hardened criminals. They were without reading, or any healthful occupation. With the co-operation of one of her fellow-teachers, she organized a Sabbath school, and she wrote to the Governor on their behalf. He replied very courteously, established a day school among them, and promised to see them provided with a library and papers.
She was not strong enough to long endure such constant exertion, in that warm climate. Before the close of the second year she was obliged to return north. It was hard for her to fall back in the ranks when there was such need of pressing on; but her friends constrained her, feeling it was her only chance for life. She came home, hoping for health to return to her loved work; but God willed it otherwise. She continued to fail, though she lived some years, seeking to interest others in the cause of the freedmen, as she had opportunity, and patiently abiding God's time.
Her last words to one of her sisters, spoken with difficulty, but with a happy, trusting look, were : "I am almost gone to join the heavenly host." Yes, dear sister, we can, with the eye of faith, see thy sweet, loving face among the blood-washed throng, watching and welcoming our loved ones as the Heavenly Father gathers one after another to the great home above.
