“Mother, will you pray now to Jesus to cure me_?  I have got the faith; I know he will if you will ask him_.”  The mother, overcome, yielded to her daughter’s request, and commenced praying.  She was blest with unusual consciousness of the presence of God, and became insensible of all outward surroundings, pleading for the child.  She remained in this state of intercession for more than an hour, when she was aroused by her daughter, who with her hand on the mother’s shoulder was joyfully exclaiming, “Mother, dear mother, wake up!  Don’t you see Jesus has cured me?  O, I am well!  I am all well!” and she danced about the room, literally healed.

One week from that day, the girl was seen by the writer in the “Advance," who says she was out sliding on the ice with her companions.  From that day to this she has had no further trouble; the limb is full, round and perfect; there is no difference between it and the other.

To every question asked she replies, with the overflowing gratitude of a loving heart, “Jesus cured me!”

THE LITTLE BOY WHO WANTED HIS SISTER TO READ THE BIBLE.

Rev. Mr. Spurgeon, of London, tells of the excellent faith of a little boy in one of the schools of Edinburgh, who had attended a prayer-meeting, and at the last said to his teacher who conducted it: 

“Teacher, I wish my sister could be got to read the Bible; she never reads it.”

“Why, Johnny, should your sister read the Bible?”

“Because if she once read it I am sure it would do her good, and she would he converted and saved.”

“Do you think so, Johnny?”

“Yes, I do, sir; and I wish the next time there was a prayer-meeting you would ask the people to pray for my sister, that she may begin to read the Bible.”

“Well, well, it shall be done, John.”

So the teacher gave out that a little boy was anxious that prayer should be offered that his sister might read the Bible.  John was observed to get up and go out.  The teacher thought it very rude of the boy to disturb the people in a crowded room, and so the next day, when the lad came, he said: 

“John, I thought it very rude of you to get up in the prayer-meeting and go out.  You ought not to have done so.”

“O, sir,” said the boy, “I did not mean to be rude; but I thought I should like to go home and see my sister reading her Bible for the first time.”

True to his faith, when he reached his home, he found the little girl reading her Bible.

NETTIE’S DAILY BREAD.

A little girl in a wretched attic, whose sick mother had no bread, knelt down by the bedside, and said slowly:  “Give us this day our daily bread.”  Then she went into the street and began to wonder where God kept his bread.  She turned around the corner and saw a large, well-filled baker’s shop.