On New Year’s day the minister was called to marry a couple, and gave the fee, five dollars, to his wife saying, “I want you to get yourself a dress with this.”  There was a kind of material much worn then, which she had very much admired, a dress of which would cost four dollars.  So she went to the Mission periodical to find the address of the Mission Secretary, thinking to send the extra dollar there.  But as she glanced over its pages and noticed the trials and straits of the missionaries, and the embarrassment of the Board that year, her heart was touched and she felt that they needed the money more than she did the dress, and instead of the one she concluded to send the five dollars.

She went to her husband and read her letter to him.  “O,” said he, “I’m afraid we are too poor to give so much.”  With a little feeling of disappointment she said, “Well, give me the change and I will send what I had intended at first.”  “No,” said he, “you have given it, and I dare not take it back.”

And so with a prayer that God would accept and bless the gift she signed her letter, “A Friend of Missions,” thinking, as no one would know the author, that was the last she would hear about it in this world.

The ladies of that congregation were accustomed to meet weekly at the parsonage to sew for those in need.  The next week a lady who was visiting in the place came with her friends, and as she entered the parlor she tossed a bundle into the lap of the minister’s wife, saying, “Mrs. ——­, here is a present for you.”

The present was a dress pattern of the same kind of material she had intended to purchase.  And as she thought to herself, “God has given me this in place of what I have given,” she was reminded of the words, “Give, and it shall be given to you.”  But that was not the end.

A short time afterwards she received a letter from the Secretary of the Board of Missions, enclosing a printed copy of her own letter, and asking if she were the author of it; and added, “If so, a large-hearted man in New York has authorized me to send you twenty-five dollars, with a special request that you purchase a dress worth five dollars, and give the rest to your husband and children.”  There was her five dollars back, with four times as much more added to it.

THE BROWN TOWEL.

The editor of The Christian Woman tells the story of a poor woman who, in her anxiety to give to the Lord, could find nothing but a poor brown towel.

“They must be very poor who have nothing to give,” said Mrs. Jarvis, as she deposited a pair of beautiful English blankets in a box that was being filled by the ladies of the church to be sent to the poor.

“And now, ladies, as you are nearly through, I would like to tell you an incident in my history; I was once very poor.”

“You once very poor?” said a lady.

“Yes; I was once very poor.  There came to our village a missionary to deliver a lecture.  I felt very desirous to go; but having no decent apparel to wear, I was often deprived of going to church, although I was a member.