With this impression he retired, as was his habit, quite early, but he could not sleep.  The thought of the needy widow haunted him.  “I will go to-morrow,” said he to himself, “and see what I can do for her.”  But this good intention proved no opiate to his disturbed mind.  “Possibly she or I may not live to see to-morrow.”  Something seemed to say go now.  He tossed from side to side, but could not sleep. Go now kept ringing in his ear.  So at length the restless man had to dress himself and go.

At this late hour, not far from eleven, he sallied forth to find the widow.  Seeing a dim light in the upper story where she resided, and following its lead, he crept softly along on the stairway, until he reached the room from which a low sound issued.  The door was slightly ajar; through which he could hear the voice of prayer, scarcely audible, but deeply earnest.  He dared hardly stir, lest he should disturb the praying widow.  But he came on an errand, and he must accomplish it.  But how?  Recollecting at the moment, that he had in his pocket a few of the Mexican dollars, he gently pushed at the door, and it opened just wide enough for his purpose.  So taking each piece of money between his fingers, he rolled it in along the carpet, and withdrew as noiselessly as he had ascended.  Returning to his home, he fell asleep and slept soundly, as well he might, after this act.

The widow at length arose from her knees, and was struck on seeing the shining money lying about her floor.  Where had these pieces of silver come from?  Here was a mystery she could not solve.  But she knew it was from the Lord, and that he had answered her prayer.  So with tears of gratitude, she gave thanks to Him, “whose is the silver and the gold.”

Shortly after this event, she attended prayer-meeting, where she felt constrained to make known this wonderful interposition in answer to prayer.  The Christians present were as much astonished as herself.  The silence which ensued was broken by a brother of that church, who rose and said, “What this good woman has told you, is strictly true.  These dollars came from the Lord.  They came in answer to her prayer.”  He then detailed the circumstances before related.  “God deputed me to carry this money, and providentially I am here to night to testify to the fact that God hears and answers prayer.”

It seems, from a subsequent statement, that this widow, owed a certain sum, that she was obliged to pay immediately, and having nothing in hand, she was pleading, that night, that her Heavenly Father would send her the needed amount.

THE SEWING GIRL RELIEVED JUST IN TIME.

A sick Scotch girl was found lying on a narrow bed in a close, uncomfortable room, her sobs audible to the missionary, when half-way up the stairs.  Her story was short.  When about, she earned three dollars and a half a week, at a business that was killing her.  Of that, she paid three dollars for her board; leaving but the half-dollar for clothing or incidentals.  But now—­she had been lying there two weeks; six dollars were due for board, and still she was unable to rise, and, when she did, how could she ever pay the back indebtedness?