I found out why he took Mary instead of me; old as I was, I wasn’t half so fit to go, and he was so full of mercy he let me stay long enough to see it!  You know, honey, I’ve got no one to talk over old times with.  There ain’t none of ’em left that I was young with, and not many I was old with; but I’m never lonesome, for I’m too busy thinking of all the Lord’s watching and waiting for me.  I’m dreadful little use, but my son couldn’t get along very well without me, and then I tell you I’m so busy thinking, I ain’t got any time to be lazy or lonesome.  Good many little things we want, too, and I have to be runnin’ to the Lord for ’em.”

“Do they come every time, auntie?”, “Every single time, honey!  He never fails, no matter who else does.  He knows I don’t ask for no nonsense; only for the things we really need, and he has promised them all the time.”  “But, are there not times, auntie, for instance, when your son is sick, when you cannot see where rent and food is coming from?” “Don’t want to see, honey!  What’s the use seein’?  Believin’s the thing!  Believin’s better than money.”  And so, all the revolving months, this relic of the last century walks by faith in the unseen.

GIVING HER LAST DOLLAR TO THE LORD.

A poor woman, sitting in a little church, heard the minister make an urgent appeal for money enough to pay a debt of two hundred dollars, contracted by the church the previous Winter.  She had one dollar in her pocket; half drew it out; thought of the improbability of having any more for several days; put it back.  Thought again, “Trust in the Lord for more;” drew it wholly out, and deposited it in the basket.  The next morning, a lady called to settle a bill of two dollars, so long unpaid that it was, long before, set down among the losses.

THE DANISH GIRL’S BLESSING.

A very poor Danish girl, broken down in health, utterly unable longer to labor for her own support, was provided with the means, and urged to go to Denmark, as her friend felt sure there was some good in store for her there, meaning, more definitely, the restoration of her health.  She could not be induced until, thoroughly satisfied by several tokens that it was the Lord’s will, and then she consented.

A devout, humble Christian missionary became acquainted with her soon after her arrival, and, being struck with the beauty of holiness in every action and conversation of her life, asked her to marry him, that he might have the constant satisfaction of rendering her life comfortable, and finding his own encouragement in her unfailing faith.  His letters are full of his saintly wife, and her signally blessed efforts in winning people to put their trust where it need fear no betrayal.

THE SWEDISH GIRL BLESSED.