“‘True,’ said Mr. Harris, ’and I know you said that you never would unless I sued you.  But, sir, I sued you at the Court of Heaven, and Jesus entered bail for you, and has agreed to pay me; I have therefore given you a discharge!’

“‘But I insist upon it,’ said the man; ‘matters shall not be left so.’

“‘I am well satisfied,’ answered Harris.  ’Jesus will not fail me.  I leave you to settle the account with him at another day.  Farewell.’

“This operated so effectually on the man’s conscience, that in a few days he came and paid the debt.”

A WAGON-LOAD OF FOOD.

“A young minister and his wife were sent on to their first charge in Vermont about the year 1846.  On the circuit were few members, and most of these were in poor circumstances.  After a few months the minister and his wife found themselves getting short of provisions.  Finally their last food had been cooked, and where to look for a new supply was a question which demanded immediate attention.

“The morning meal was eaten, not without anxious feelings; but this young servant of the Most High had laid his all upon the altar, and his wife also possessed much of the spirit of self-sacrifice; and they could not think the Saviour who had said to those he had called and sent out to preach in his name:  ‘Lo!  I am with you always,’ would desert them among strangers.  After uniting in family prayer he sought a sanctuary in an old barn, and there committed their case to God;—­his wife met her Savior in her closet and poured out her heart before him there.

“That morning a young married farmer, a mile or two away, was going with a number of hands to his mowing-field.  But as he afterward told the minister, he was obliged to stop short.  He told his hired help to go on, but he must go back—­he must go and carry provisions to the minister’s house.  He returned to the house, and telling his wife how he felt, asked her help in putting up the things he must carry.  He harnessed his horse into his wagon; put up a bushel of potatoes, meat, flour, sugar, butter, etc.  He was not a professor of religion.  The minister’s wife told me there was a good wagon-load.  He drove it to the house, and found that his gifts were most thankfully received.  This account was received from the minister himself,—­David P.—­, who died in Chelsea, Mass., in Dec. 1875, and subsequently from his wife,—­and communicated to a correspondent of ‘The Christian.’”

“GOD’S RAVEN.”

“A lady who lived on the north side of London, set out one day to see a poor sick friend, living in Drury Lane, and took with her a basket provided with tea, butter, and food.  The day was fine and clear when she started; but as she drew near Islington a thick fog came on, and somewhat frightened her, as she was deaf, and feared it might be dangerous in the streets if she could not see.  Thicker and