o it for His glory.

Love.

In our city a few years ago there was a little boy who went to one of
the mission Sunday-schools. His father moved to another part of the city
about five miles away, and every Sunday that boy came past thirty or
forty Sunday-schools to the one he attended. And one Sunday a lady who
was out collecting scholars for a Sunday-school met him and asked why he
went so far, past so many schools. "There are plenty of others," said
she, "just as good." He said, "They may be as good but they are not so
good for me." "Why not?" she asked "Because they love a fellow over
there," he answered. Ah! love won him. "Because they love a fellow over
there!" How easy it is to reach people through love! Sunday-school
teachers should win the affections of their scholars if they wish to
lead them to Christ.

A Little Boy Converts his Mother.

I remember when on the North Side I tried to reach a family time and
again and failed. One night in the meeting, I noticed one of the little
boys of that family. He hadn't come for any good, however; he was
sticking pins in the backs of the other boys. I thought if I could get
hold of him it would do good. I used always to go to the door and shake
hands with the boys, and when I got to the door and saw this little boy
coming out, I shook hands with him, and patted him on the head, and said
I was glad to see him, and hoped he would come again. He hung his head
and went away. The next night, however, he came back, and he behaved
better than he did the previous night. He came two or three times after,
and then asked us to pray for him that he might become a Christian. That
was a happy night for me. He became a Christian and a good one. One
night I saw him weeping. I wondered if his old temper had got hold or
him again, and when he got up I wondered what he was going to say. "I
wish you would pray for my mother," he said. When the meeting was over I
went to him and asked, "Have you ever spoken to your mother or tried to
pray with her?" "Well, you know, Mr. Moody," he replied, "I never had an
opportunity; she don't believe, and won't hear me." "Now," I said, "I
want you to talk to your mother to-night." For years I had been trying
to reach her and couldn't do it.

So I urged him to talk to her that night, and I said "I will pray for
you both." When he got to the sitting-room he found some people there,
and he sat waiting for an opportunity, when his mother said it was ti