of waiting upon God.  It was sweet waiting.  I was at rest.  I had thought frequently if I could get two hundred dollars I could start my little business again.  While thus trusting, and waiting, and praying, a package was handed to me by the express-agent containing $200 from a stranger in a distant county, against whom I held an old note dated 1856; and for many years I had forgotten the note, and would have taken twenty-five cents for it any time.  The man was bankrupt, and did not fear the Lord, nor know anything of my situation in life.  He was under no legal obligation to pay the note.”

NO “IFS.”

“A number of years ago I went West to better my condition....  After a little time I went into business of my own, had but little capital, and my good name to be punctual in paying for what I bought on credit was of great importance to me.  I had promised to pay on a certain day a note of about $60.  I thought I was sure to get the money, but was disappointed; I went to the Lord for help, not knowing how he could send me the money, but convinced that he was able to do it.  At about noon the same day a man inquired for me.  I knew him by sight; he had the name of being a hard man, took all the interest he could get, and never put any money out without security.  He had not the note, but he asked me if I wanted to hire any money; if so he had sixty dollars he would like to let me have.  The man took my note and never did ask for any security.

“At another time, being away from home some 2,000 miles, was at the house of an uncle; same evening I received a letter from my wife that the children were very sick and but little hope of recovery.  The letter had been written for over a week.  I communicated the contents of the letter to my aunt; went up in my room and prayed the Lord to be their physician.  I felt so sure that my prayer would be answered that I could not help singing; when they heard me they thought what a cold-hearted man I must be to sing if the children were dying at home. But from, that day the children did get better, and in a short time were out of danger.

“In my younger years I had a good many ifs, but those are all gone; I know that the Lord has the means at his command to answer all my prayers if I come believing, asking in the name of Christ.”

THE HORSE IS HIS.

“The writer was preaching Sundays at a little country church, about 70 miles by rail from the institution where he attended.  He went Saturday, returning on Monday.  One Saturday the train ran off the track.  All day long they worked at the wreck.  At last, finding it too late to make connection with the other railroad, he took the down train back to the institution.  What should be done?  A promise to preach forty miles across the country had been made.  There was also an appointment six miles