In a dismal basement, A. found a very interesting American family.  The father, in the last stage of consumption; a little girl of ten years, an invalid from infancy.  The mother and two daughters, both under fifteen, were out all day at work, trying to keep even such a wretched shelter, and a little coarse food, as daily supplies.  The three together could not make over four dollars a week.  The only person to wait on the two sick ones during the day, was a little boy four years of age, who, when the missionary entered, was reclining upon the bed.  But he started up, put more coal on the fire, and brought a drink of water, first to his sister, then his father; without any bidding, and with the consideration of a grown person.

On A.’s next visit, a few days after, he found the mother at home, grief-stricken.  Her eldest daughter had been taken ill the day previous.  He gave her all the money he had, prayed with them, and sent at once a kind, assiduous physician.  In a few weeks the daughter died, but not without a good hope in Christ; and was buried at the expense of the few kind friends whom A. had sent to see the family.  The dying daughter exhorted her dying father to seek his soul’s eternal welfare, and not boast, as heretofore, of his life-long morality.  Her conversations led him to see his danger out of Christ, and, in a little while after his daughter’s departure, he followed.  The mother had not before had a sure Christian hope; but, amidst such influences, her heart was soon opened to admit the truth.  Not long after her bereavement she began having a “cottage prayer-meeting” in her room, and united with an evangelical church.  She immediately became anxious for the conversion of her two boys, who were away, and urged the missionary to write them.  He did so, frequently, and his heaven-directed appeals led one of the boys very soon to Christ.  Soon after, he died; the brother returned home with consumption.  He took great pleasure in the little prayer-meetings, and in three months cheerfully and exultantly exchanged this world of suffering for the one where father, brother and sister awaited him.  Worn out with anxiety, care, hard work and poor health, the mother followed; leaving the invalid girl and youngest boy; who are watched over, not only by their Friend in heaven, but friends on earth.  The eldest surviving daughter is an esteemed and consistent member of a church of Christ.

“THE LORD WOKE ME UP IN TIME TO SAVE MY CLOTHES.”

In the very top of a four-story building, used only for various manufacturing purposes, lived an old man and daughter.  They lived literally by faith in Christ, from day to day; one hour at a time.  At his voice, followed Him, whether into darkness or light.  Neither took a step but as they held his hand.  A lady calling one day, said, “Oh!  Jennie, I thought of your large wash hanging on the roof, last night, when the drenching rain came; and I was so sorry to think you would have your hard work all over again!” “Oh! no ma’am.  The Lord woke me up out of a sound sleep, just as the first few drops fell!  I hastened up and brought them all down nice and dry, and had only got to the foot of the stairs with the last armful, when it poured down.  Now that was the Lord, ma’am, for there was not a single noise of any kind to waken me, and I was sound asleep!”