mes down, and then to pray earnestly; and then he went away and
thought of the subject no more. Soon a feeling of great religious
interest sprang up in the village, and the churches were crowded
nightly. The little cripple heard of the progress of the revival, and
inquired anxiously for the names of the saved. A few weeks later she
died, and among a roll of papers that was found under her little pillow,
was one bearing the names of fifty-six persons, every one of whom had in
the revival been converted. By each name was a little cross, by which
the poor crippled saint had checked off the names of the converts as
they had been reported to her.

A Child's Prayer Answered.

I remember a child that lived with her parents in a small village. One
day the news came that her father had joined the army (it was at the
beginning of our war), and a few days after the landlord came to demand
the rent. The mother told him she hadn't got it, and that her husband
had gone into the army. He was a hard hearted wretch, and he stormed and
said that they must leave the home; he wasn't going to have people who
couldn't pay the rent. After he was gone, the mother threw herself into
the arm-chair, and began to weep bitterly. Her little girl whom she had
taught to pray in faith (but it is more difficult to practice than to
preach), came up to her, and said, "What makes you cry, mamma? I will
pray to God to give us a little house, and won't He?" What could the
mother say? So the little child went into the next room and began to
pray. The door was open, and the mother could hear every word. "O God,
you have come and taken away father, and mamma has got no money, and the
landlord will turn us out because we can't pay, and we will have to sit
on the doorstep, and mamma will catch cold. Give us a little home." Then
she waited, as if for an answer, and then added, "Won't you, please,
God?" She came out of that room quite happy, expecting a house to be
given them. The mother felt reproved. I can tell you, however, she has
never paid any rent since, for God heard the prayer of that little one,
and touched the heart of the cruel landlord. God give us the faith of
that little child, that we may likewise expect an answer, "nothing
wavering."

The Orphan's Prayer.

A little child whose father and mother had died, was taken into another
family. The first night she asked if she could pray, as she used to do.
They said "Oh yes." So she knelt down,