Under the care bestowed upon her she fast recruited, and I continued to employ her for three years.  I gave her good wages, and, as for years I had induced all my help to do, I persuaded her to deposit in the savings’ bank all the money she could spare.  Fortunately for poor old Juda, she laid up during these three years a considerable sum.

Before this, she had always been improvident, careless of her earnings, and from a disposition to change often out of place.  But as one extreme is apt to follow another, when she found that she had several dollars laid aside, entirely a new thing for her, there was quite a revolution in her feelings and character.  She now inclined to covetousness, and could hardly be persuaded to expend a sum sufficient to make herself comfortable in extreme cold weather which sensibly affected her in her old age and feeble health.  At length her disposition to hoard up her earnings increased to that degree that she resorted to many unnecessary and imprudent means to avoid expense and to evade my requirements with regard to her apparel.  But for this parsimony she might have held out some years longer.  She greatly improved in health and strength for the first two years, and was more comfortable and useful than I expected she would be.  Always at her post, patient, faithful, economical and obliging, I really felt grateful for the relief she afforded me in the management of a large family; but at length I was obliged to dismiss her from my service.  For a few months she found employment in a small family, but soon fell sick, and required the services of a physician.  She had to find a place of retirement and take to her bed, and soon her money began to disappear.

Her miserable sister, who had exercised an injurious influence over Juda, and whom I had found it necessary to forbid coming to my house, now came constantly to me for this money, for Juda’s use, it is true, but which I had reason to fear was not wisely spent.  Under this impression, I broke away from my cares and set out to look after her welfare.  I was pained to find her in a miserable hovel, surrounded by a crew of selfish, ignorant, lazy and degraded women, who were ready to filch the last farthing from the poor, helpless invalid.

My first interview with Juda was extremely painful.  She hid her head, her great wall eyes rolling fearfully, and cried bitterly, “Oh!  I am forever undone.  Why did I not listen to your entreaties, and heed the kind advice of my good master, to lay up treasures in heaven as well as in the savings’ bank!” I remained silent by her bedside, thinking it better for her to give full vent to her agonized feelings before I should probe her wounded spirit, or try to console her.  “Oh,” said she, “that I could once more have health, that I might attend to what ought to have been the business of my life—­the care of my soul.”  “Yes, Juda,” I replied, “but I see, I think, plainly, how it would be had you ever so much time.  You would