When tired and sad and comfortless,
    With aching heart and weary mind,
  How oft thy words of promise stealing
    Like Gilead’s balm-drops—­soft and low. 
  Have touched the heart with power of healing,
    And soothed the sharpest hour of woe.

[4] A friend writing to Mrs. Prentiss, under date of September 24, 1872, refers to Lady Stanley’s high praise of The Story Lizzie Told, and then adds:  “You must be so accustomed to friendly ’notices’—­so almost bored by them—­that I hesitate to tell you of meeting another admirer of yours in the person of Mrs. ——­, of Philadelphia, who was indebted to you for the return of a little text-book.  She means to call on you some day, if she is ever in New York, to thank you in person for that act of kindness of yours, and for your ‘Stepping Heavenward.’  She is a daughter of the late Chief Justice of Pennsylvania.  Her mother, a staunch old Scotch lady over 80, has just returned from Europe.  Mrs. ——­ is a very interesting woman, of warm religious feelings and very outspoken.  She was the companion of the famous Mrs. H., of Philadelphia, all through the war,—­as one of the independent workers, or perhaps in connection with the Christian Commission.  She witnessed the battle of Chancellorsville—­a part of it at Mary’s Heights, and has told me a great deal that was thrilling—­told as she tells it—­even at this late day.  She has the profoundest belief in what is called the ’work of faith’ by prayer and I don’t believe she would shrink from accepting Prof.  Tyndall’s challenge.”

[5] From the “Power of the Cross of Christ.”

[6] “Briefe an eine Freundin,” a remarkable little book, full of light and sweetness.

[7] Praying before others.

[8] Since the warning we had the other day that we may be snatched from our children, ought we not to try to form some plan for them in case of such an emergency?  I can’t account for it, that in those fearful moments I thought only of them.  I should have said I ought to have had some thought of the world we seemed to be hurrying to.  I suppose there was the instinctive yet blind sense that the preparation for the next life had been made for us by the Lord, and that, as far as that life was concerned, we had nothing to do but to enter it.  I shudder when I think what a desolate home this might be to-day.  Poor things! they’ve got everything before them, without one experience and discipline!—­From a letter to her husband, dated Dorset, Sept. 17, 1871.

[9] The Presence of Christ.  Lectures on the XXIII.  Psalm.  By Anthony W. Thorold, Lord Bishop of Rochester.  A. D. F. Randolph & Co.