and she knew she must die and leave her child to the mercies of the world.  Her husband had died several years before.  Since then she had struggled on, as best she could, till now she had almost grown to doubt God’s promises to the helpless.  ’In my Father’s house are many mansions.’  ‘I go to prepare a place for you.’  Here the little reader paused, and crept to her mother’s side.  She lay motionless, with closed eyes, while great hot tears were stealing down her wasted cheeks.  ’Mother, He has a place almost ready for you, hasn’t He.’  ’Yes, my child, and I am going very soon, but He will watch over you, Nellie, when Mother has gone to her last home.’

“The weeks went slowly by to the suffering invalid; but when the violets were blooming, they made a grave upon the hillside, and laid the weary body down to rest, but the spirit had gone to the home which Christ himself had gone to prepare.

“Years passed away.  It was sunny May.  The little church of Grenville was crowded.  I noticed in one of the seats a lady plainly but neatly attired.  There was nothing remarkable in the face with its mournful brown eyes, and decided looking mouth and chin.  I ransacked my memory to find who the lady was.  Suddenly a vision of the poor widow came.  This, then, was the little girl, little Nellie Mason.  ’We will read a part of the 14th chapter of St. John,’ the minister said.  ’In my Father’s house are many mansions; I go to prepare a place for you.’  The slow, deliberate tones recalled me from my reverie, and I looked at Nellie.  Her head was bowed, but I could see the tears flowing like rain.”

THE FAITH OF A LITTLE CHILD.

An incident most beautiful was told in the Fulton Street prayer meeting by a converted Jew.

“Journeying in the cars, I was attracted by two little girls, Jewesses.  I asked them if they loved Jesus.  To my surprise, they said they did.  I found that their mother was in a seat near by.  She had attended some of the gospel meetings for Jews, and was interested in them.  She said her husband had not been to church or synagogue for eleven years, and she did not know his views on religion.  Her two little girls had attended a Methodist Sunday school, and there learned of Jesus.  A day or so after, the mother was taken very sick, and remedies failing, the eldest child, a little over eight years old, said:  ’O Mamma, if you will let me pray to Jesus for you, He can take away your pains and give you sleep.’  She knelt with her sister and prayed in simple words to Jesus to heal her mother, telling Him that He had so promised to hear prayer.  Shortly after, the mother, after long hours of restlessness and suffering, fell into a deep sleep and awoke relieved of pain and much refreshed.  She heard from her daughter’s lips the story of her faith in Jesus and love for Him, and then sent for me, begging me to pray for her.  I am glad to tell you that she is now a converted woman, a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ.”