and prayed as her mother taught
her; and when that was ended she added a little prayer of her own: "Oh
God, make these people as kind to me as father and mother were." Then
she paused and looked up, as if expecting the answer, and added: "Of
course He will." How sweetly simple was that little one's faith; she
expected God to "do," and, of course, she got her request.

GOLD.

-- All should work and ask God's guidance.

-- The world knows little of the works wrought by prayer.

-- Let us pray, and as we pray, let us make room for Jesus in our
hearts.

-- Unless the Spirit of God is with us, we cannot expect that our
prayers will be answered.

-- David was the last one we would have chosen to fight the giant, but
he was chosen of God.

-- Every one of our children will be brought into the ark, it we pray
and work earnestly for them.

-- The impression that a praying mother leaves upon her children is
life-long. Perhaps when you are dead and gone your prayer will be
answered

REAPING.

Sad Ending of a Life that Might have been Otherwise.

I remember a few years ago I felt very anxious for a man who was present
at a meeting like this. At the close of the meeting I asked all to rise,
and he rose among the others. I took him aside and said, "Now you are
going to become a Christian--you will come out for the Lord now?" He
said he was wanting to very much. The man was trembling from head to
foot, and I thought surely he was going to accept Him. I spoke to him in
his hesitating condition, and found out what was standing between him
and Christ. He was afraid of his companions. Nearly every day and night
news came to me that some of these employers and clerks make light of
these meetings, and make fun of all who attend them, and so many give
the same reason that this man did. I said to him: "If heaven is what we
are led to believe it is, I would be willing to accept it and bear their
fun." I talked with him, but he wouldn't accept it. He went off, but for
weeks he came every night, and went away as he came, without accepting
it. One day I received a message to come and see him. He was sick, and I
went to his chamber. He wanted to know if there was hope for him in the
eleventh hour? I spoke to him, and gave him every hope I could. Day
after day I visited him, and, contrary to all expectation, I saw him
gradually recovering. When he got pretty well he was sitting on the
front porch, and I sat