Of "Nina's" childhood we are told of her "golden hair, fair cheek and graceful form; of her quick, laughing eye, of her sensitive face reflecting every changing thought—her ready answers to all Sabbath-school questions, and her sunshiny presence at school and at home."

"Her scholarship was bright, quick and accurate.

"In social life few shone more brilliantly, or were more admired and sought after.

"Her beauty was of a rare and noticeable type, her conversational powers were fascinating, and she early developed rare powers of mind."

Her beauty, intelligence and social powers were early consecrated to the Master's service. We are told that "when a little child, from eight to twelve years old, she and some of her companions formed a praying circle and had a little room in one of their homes which they called the house of prayer. They met often in this room which they delighted to decorate after their childish fashion."

I can imagine the little girls bringing from the old-fashioned gardens bunches of flowers, snowballs, peonies, honeysuckles and sweet-smelling pinks and roses, or bringing from the woods evergreens and trailing vines to garland this bower where they met to hold sweet childish communion with their Saviour.

"Another favorite occupation was teaching some poor children whom she and her companions gathered for lessons in sewing and reading."

I cannot tell you all the sweet story of this beautiful life, only a bit here and there. When she was eleven years old she was asked by her pastor how long she had loved Jesus, and she replied, "Oh! a great many years."

There was nothing unchildlike in her ways. She is said to have been a peculiarly bright, active and happy child, growing to womanhood the delight of her home and tenderly shielded from rude contact with the world. But this noble woman, "so eminently fitted for usefulness in circles of refinement," was called to spend her life among the degraded Indians of the Northwest. There were those who thought it a great wrong that such a beautiful and accomplished girl upon whose education so much pains and money had been expended, should be given to the Missionary work among the coarse, ignorant Indians. They thought that some one less fit for the adornment of social life could do the work as well. But both she and her parents felt that the best was not too precious to be given to the Lord to be used wherever he directed. And this is a thought that I would like you to stop over. Let us give our best of everything to the Lord. And when we have given it let us be willing that He should do with it as he sees fit. Sometimes we think we are ready to give our best, but we would like to dictate as to where or how it shall be used. Let us see to it that it is a complete surrender.

If you will look upon the map and trace the course of the Missouri River you will come to a place marked Fort Sully, near the centre of Dakota. To this far-away region as the wife of an Indian Missionary, who was himself the son of a pioneer in Indian Missions, Nina Foster went to make her home in a log cabin, shutting away from the busy world her beauty and her talents, giving her young life to the cause of Indian Missions. She gave herself to the work joyfully. We are told that her "sense of humor and keen wit lightened many a load for herself and others; the more forlorn and hopeless the situation, the more elastic her spirits." She always made the best of everything. Even when the road was so rough and the riding so insecure that she had to be strapped in to keep from falling out of the wagon she made merry over the circumstance instead of detailing it as a hardship. For five years she labored among the Dakota Indian women, who speak of her as the "beautiful woman who spoke so well." Then God called her to himself.

Was this life, with its beauty and its talents, wasted? We cannot think so; we know not why God called her to bury herself for a few years in that remote region, and then, just when the work seemed opening before her, why he should call her away. Perhaps he wanted to show to a doubting world that the cause of Missions was so important that for its advancement he would use the very one whom the world looked upon as too good for the work. Perhaps he wanted to prove to some doubter the power of that love that would draw such an one as Nina Foster Riggs away from the admiring and flattering circle in which she moved and lead her to give herself to a life of self-sacrifice.

It may be that he wanted to put a bright gem in the midst of the darkness of ignorance and heathenism, that its shining might "enlighten, captivate, lead forth and refine."

For us, we may learn that our best, our very best, even ourselves, is the gift we are called upon to give. Shall we consecrate whatever we have, whatever we are, to the service of our Lord—now?