them in the care of their health and in their work at home, on the farm, and in the field. And the girls of the school of
Al-Nahda An-Nisaiyah at Mimess spared no means of expressing the sincere affection each of them holds for the ladies of the Nahda, showering them with bouquets of cheers and songs whose loveliest quality was the innate purity of the hearts from which they came. Nor was the program to stop there: the ladies of the Nahda had hidden away a lovely surprise for those little girls, distributing to each of them a new pinafore (a gift from the Lebanese Red Cross), and that was the crowning touch for those pure souls.
At "Taybeh," which we reached after traveling a long distance along the Palestinian frontier, sights awaited us no less splendid than what we had seen at Mimess. We saw, with some astonishment and rather more delight, that the girls of the "Nahda" school there are adorned not only by a superlative mastery of their lessons, but also by an elegance and a cleanliness plainly visible in their dress.
The interest of the people of Taybeh in the moving-picture film was no less than that of the people of Mimess, nor were the Nahda girls there any less ardent than their fellows at Mimess in showing the tokens of their gratitude; to the cheers and songs they added ringing speeches, beautiful for all their artlessness.
Our journey ended at "Kfarman," that village for which wisdom has provided a generous house of lofty pillars, which "adorns" it and labors faithfully for all that is good for its people, thereby lightening for workers like the ladies of the "Nahda" the toils of their honorable task.
And so another of the "Nahda's" days passed in the unceasing struggle toward the common good; and with it this devoted handful of ladies completed a new stage in the war against the genies of ignorance and misery.
It is among the prides and glories of the Lebanese woman that in this small country she performs great humanitarian works. It is enough for the woman of Lebanon that she is a hand moist with fragrant balms, whose tender perfumes flood the eye and the heart. In this country the Lebanese woman performs the noblest that a generous, bountiful hand can perform. A heart withered upon its wounds grows green again
in woman's tenderness!
A mournful, trembling eye, haunted by phantoms of deep-buried pain — the hand of woman wipes it with a ray of light...
And these little girls in the Mar Elias Orphanage — which the noble lady Mrs. Hortense Tamer oversees and nourishes from her tenderness and her means — it is in truth a small paradise, beautiful and trim, in which these tender wings flutter sweetly, gently, happily... How lovely they are, smiling at life as though life entire were theirs;
At Christmas this orphanage held its Christmas celebration, attended by a gathering of the gracious ladies of this country. Mrs. Linda, wife of Dr. Georges Hayek and one of the members of the society, delivered a speech in which she praised the efforts of Mrs. Hortense Tamer and her devotion to this orphanage, which it is hoped will take in a large number of girls
in the near future. The soul of the great poet and platform orator Dr. Nicolas Fayyad was stirred, and he delivered a splendid address befitting the occasion. He was followed by Archimandrite Touma Dibo al-Maalouf, and the final word belonged to His Grace Bishop Elia Karam, who represented His Grace Bishop Salibi at the celebration. Bishop Karam donated a beautiful summer resort for the girls of the institute.
Mr. Najib Elias Haddad donated the sum of 250 Lebanese liras, and donations were also made by Messrs. Fouad Mufarrij, Qaysar Mufarrij, Antoine Saad, and Tawfiq Farah.
After the celebration Mrs. Tamer, the president of the orphanage, took the company on a tour of the institute's departments; they admired its order and cleanliness, and left full of praise for the generous hand that spends money so liberally for the sake of these little girls.
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L.T. PIVER
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