ught me to you. I believe God has changed my
heart; I have learned to know something of the love of my Saviour, and I
am happier now than I have ever been all my life. Oh, if you would only
give up your present life and come to the same Saviour, how happy you
would be! Don't be angry with me for saying this, but just each of you
take one of these little papers from my hand as a token of good-will on
my part, and read it when you are alone."

She paused, having uttered these words with deep feeling, but at the
same time in a steady and fearless voice. The effect on her hearers was
overpowering. Not a scornful eye, not a sneering lip remained when she
had finished, but sobs and tears burst from those who had for long years
known little other than fictitious weeping. Each took the offered
tract, each returned with warmth the kind pressure of her hand as she
parted from them; and as she remounted her horse, one voice was heard to
say, "Poor thing! God bless her!" Then all shrank back into the
theatre, and the happy three turned homeward once again. And oh, with
what deep thankfulness did all make their way along the cliffs, and then
close to the incoming tide, whose every wave seemed to throw up for them
a sparkle of joy in its glittering spray! Few words, however, were
spoken. Amos could hardly realise that this moral heroine was the
sister whom he had once known so weak, so self-willed, so unimpressible
for anything that was good and holy. Walter also was utterly staggered
and humbled when he reflected on what he had just witnessed, though at
the same time he was truly happy in having been strengthened to carry
out his own noble and self-denying purpose. As for poor Julia, she
could hardly believe that she herself was the person who had addressed
that group outside the theatre walls. Oh, it was so strange, so
terrible, and yet so blessed! for through that newly-opened door of work
for the gracious Master bright rays from the flood of glory in which he
ever dwells had been pouring in upon her soul.

The happy three reached their cottage, overflowing with love to one
another, and all anxious that Miss Huntingdon should be a sharer in
their happiness, when she should hear what a bright and blessed day had
been granted them. So they sought her in the evening, when their mother
had retired to rest. Seated at her bedroom window, the four looked
forth upon the mighty deep, now rolling in its great waves nearer an