“A missionary visiting one of the mission schools of Brooklyn, was introduced to a remarkable child.  He was brought into the school from the highways and hedges, and young as he was, he had been taught of God.  One day he was playing with powder, and putting his mouth to the match to blow it, it exploded, and the whole charge went into his face and eyes.  He became totally blind, and the physician gave but little hope of recovery.  But the little sufferer was patient and calm, and even hopeful; sitting through the dark days meditating on what he had learned at the mission Sabbath-school, and repeating passages of Scripture and many a beautiful hymn.

“One evening after the physician had spoken discouragingly, and his parents, as he perceived, were in deep distress, he was absorbed on his knees in a corner of the room in earnest prayer.  His voice, though subdued almost to a whisper, was indicative of intense feeling.  His parents inquired what he had been praying so earnestly for.  Why, said he, that Jesus Christ would open my eyes.  The doctor says he can’t, and so I thought I would ask the Savior to do it for me.  God honored his faith.  In a few days his sight came to him; and the prayer was answered.  He can now see clearly.”

ASKING THE LORD TO HELP HIM IN HIS LESSONS.

“A little boy was at school, he was diligent, and determined to succeed, but found that parsing was rather hard.

“One day he went to his mamma for a little help in analyzing some sentences.  She told him the proper manner of doing it, and he followed her directions; but he was much troubled that he could not understand the whys and wherefores himself.

“His mamma told him it was rather hard for him then, but that after he had studied a little longer, it would be quite easy.

“Johnnie went into another room to study alone, but after a little came back, his face perfectly radiant with joy.  He said:  ’O mamma, I want to begin again.  I asked Jesus to help me, and now I think I see just how it is.  He always helps us when we ask him;’ and with unspeakable delight he with his mamma went over his lesson again.”

GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD.

“The American Messenger tells the story of Johnny Hall, a poor boy.  His mother worked hard for their daily bread.  ’Please give me something to eat; I am very hungry,’ he said one evening.  His mother let the work upon which she was sewing fall from her knee, and drew Johnny toward her.  Her tears fell fast as she said:  ’Mamma is very poor, and cannot give you any supper to-night.’  ’Never mind, mamma; I shall soon be asleep, and then I sha’n’t feel hungry.  But you will sit and sew, and be so hungry and cold.  Poor mamma,’ he said, and kissed her many times to comfort her.