abled by the shaking palsy, and has received all her supplies in answer to prayers. She lives in a small frame house, on a narrow and unpleasant street; but, though suffering much from disease, being quite helpless in her chair, is uniformly patient and cheerful. She told the author of this book, that her first experience of the readiness of her Heavenly Father to hear prayer, was when she was living in Dublin, Ireland, and was but sixteen years of age. Having learned to play on the piano, at school, she was very anxious to possess one; but the ordinary price was far above the family means. One day it occurred to her that God heard prayer, and that it might be he would give her a piano. So she expressed to him her desires with childlike simplicity and faith. A day or two later, she was walking along the street, and saw a music store, which she entered, and then inquired the price of a piano which stood before her. To her amazement, the man replied, "five pounds." Seeing her surprise at the low price, he added, "I know nothing of this piano, except that it was brought here to be sold for five pounds. She hastened home, told her mother, obtained the money, and secured her heart's desire. This fact taught her a life-long lesson - to carry all her wants, small or great, to her Heavenly Father.

When her husband died, he left in his pocket book only two silver quarter-dollars. Besides the little cottage, this was all with which to support herself and a bed-ridden mother of nearly ninety years.

But she went to God in prayer, and day by day, ever since, each want has been met. Each needed article. was asked for by name, until her hired girl, a Roman Catholic, was astounded at the constant answers given. One morning, as Mrs. Pithey was rising from her knees, at family worship, the girl burst out: "You have forgotten to pray for coal, and we are entirely out." So, as she stood, she added a petition for the coal. About an hour after, the bell rang, she went to the door, and there was a load of coal! She opened the kitchen door and quietly said, "the coal has come;" when the girl clapped her hands together, and, with an exclamation of astonishment, leaped from the floor. The coal was sent by a Mr. Schufeldt, who knew nothing of her want, and who had never sent anything before, nor ever has since. She felt the want of a carpet, and thought that her Father in Heaven would be pleased to give her one. She asked him for it, and in a few days came a present of a sum more than sufficient to buy one. And her sympathy with others equals her freedom from anxiety in her own behalf. When the Foundlings' Home was started, she gave the first dollar toward a permanent building, long before any one else had thought of such an idea; and Dr. Shipman, her physician, and also the superintendent of the Home just referred to, says that he never knew her to worry but once, and that was when she had unexpectedly two barrels of flour in her house, instead of one, and had not been able to get one of them carried to the Foundlings' Home. Wish

ing, lately, to give a marriage present to a girl who had lived with her, she fixed upon a certain sum, in her mind, as appropriate, and then asked the Lord for the money. In a short time, Miss D, a city missionary, handed her that exact sum, which had been sent to her from Massachusetts.

WELSH CALEB.-Rev. Dr. Joseph Stennet was a Welsh minister, settled in Abergavenny. One of his parishioners was named Caleb, and lived eight miles away, in a solitary place, among the hills. There came severe winter-storms, which blocked the roads for weeks, and Dr. S. feared his poor parishioner would suffer, and perhaps starve. But it turned out that, all the time, he fared uncommonly well. When, after a few days, the last morsel of food was gone, he went to prayer over the matter with his family, and then retired to bed with a peaceful faith. He slept soundly till day broke, when there was a knock at the door, and a horse stood there, loaded with provisions. The man who rode the horse refused to tell whence they came, except that God sent them. The load contained bread, flour, oat-meal, butter, cheese, salt and fresh meat, etc., enough to last beyond the weeks of imprisonment. It was two years before Dr. Stennet was able to ascertain who the benefactor was. He was calling in the neighboring city of Hereford, on a Dr. Talbot, who had a pious wife, though himself an infidel. In the course of conversation, he alluded to the case of Caleb. At that Dr. Talbot said he knew the man, and related how he once conversed with Caleb

as he was coming from a meeting held in a barn; but thought no more of him till that severe winter. Then he was in bed, one night, and, either asleep or awake, thought he heard a voice say, "Send provisions to Caleb." Thinking it a dream, he tried to go to sleep, but heard the same words again, more loudly. He awoke his wife, who also thought it a dream; but, on a third call, he got up, called his man, loaded his horse, and sent him off among the hills to find Caleb. It is no wonder that the man's only story on delivering the load was, "God sent it, I believe."

O God of Bethel! by whose hand
Thy people still are fed;

Who, through this weary pilgrimage
Hast all our fathers led-

Our vows, our prayers we now present

Before thy throne of grace:

God of our fathers! be the God
Of their succeeding race.

Through each perplexing path of life,
Our wandering footsteps guide;
Give us each day our daily bread,
And raiment fit provide.

Oh spread thy covering wings around,
Till all our wand'rings cease,

And at our Father's loved abode,

Our souls arrive in peace.

Such blessings from thy gracious hand,
Our humble prayers implore;

And thou shalt be our chosen God

And portion evermore.

-John Logan.

CHAPTER IX.

PRAYER FOR SUPPLY OF TEMPORAL WANTS.

(Concluded.)

This subject is of such importance that another chapter must be devoted to it, and the more so, that even the church has so little faith in the promise: "Trust in the Lord, and do good: so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed." Ps. xxxvii: 3.

THE EXPERIENCE OF MISS LUCY R. DRAKE. When this page meets the eye of the reader, Miss Drake will probably be on her way to India, whither she goes as a faith-missionary, relying on God for support. The author's acquaintance with her is limited, though he has long and intimately known some of her relatives. Her experience of the healing power of the Lord will be found in a succeeding chapter. In connection with the present topic, she has kindly written out a narrative, which is now presented with slight abridgement. It is dated, Grove Hall, Boston Highlands, Mass., Sept. 10, 1875.

"Many years ago, I wished to go as a missionary to India, but I knew that I could not obtain a certificate from any physician that I was in health, and therefore it would be useless to offer myself to any Board of Missions. It had never entered my mind, that I might