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little girl endeavored to loosen her mother's hold upon her hand, so that she might get around upon the other side.

"What is the matter, my dear?"

Why," was Paulina's disdainful answer, "I don't want to stand close by that barefooted child!"

This allusion was to a little apple-girl, not more than seven years old, who, after disposing of the trifling contents of her basket, had stopped for a moment to gaze in wonder and admiration upon the glittering contents of the jeweler's window. Paulina, as she spoke, changed her position to the other side of her mother, and that mother, too, with a look of impatience and disgust, shrank away from the bare-footed child. How cold the frosty pavement must have been to those unprotected feet! The very thought of it, if she had been willing to reflect at all upon the subject, would have been enough to give Mrs. Flouncely a chill, even through her well-lined velvet cloak and magnificent fur

cape.

The little apple girl glanced timidly and deferentially up at the "lady," and, after rubbing one foot upon the other for a moment or two, as an effort to bring a little warmth into them, stole shivering away. Had her earnings been all applied for her own benefit, she might, perhaps, have bought herself shoes and stockings, but the last penny was required towards the support of a consumptive mother and an intemperate father, the one unable, and the other unwilling to do anything to lessen the hardships of their poor little girl.

For the Advocate and Guardian. PRACTICAL SUGGESTIONS.

Dear Madam,-I cordially approve of the following resolutions passed unanimously at the Semi-Annual Meeting of the A. F. G. Society lately held in Binghamton, namely:

"Resolved. In order that the aims, efforts and wants of this Institution may be more widely known and more helpers interested in the growing work, we will pledge our individual efforts to obtain at least one new subscriber to the Advocate and Guardian the present autumn."

And though I had not the pleasure of being present at its passage, I have nevertheless felt it to be my duty to adopt the same and I have accordingly obtained one new subscriber to your valuable paper.

Owing to the laudable efforts which are now being made to relieve the wants of our brave soldiers who are fighting our battles, and to who are pining away in our hospitals and dying mitigate the sufferings of multitudes of them in the filthy prisons of our enemy, and thousands of widows and orphans made such by the wicked rebellion which our government is trying to crush, it is to be feared that the

channels of Christian benevolence will flow in a different direction to such an extent as to endanger the receipt of sufficient food and clothing for the poor and needy who are now cared for by your Society. I do, therefore, as a Lifemember of the same, enclose one dollar to be

used for the benefit of the children of the Home for the Friendless, and I beg to suggest Pre propriety, if not the absolute necessity that all the Life-members should do the like. of them were to do so they would greatly reI do not know how many there are, but if all lieve, and perhaps, with the aid of other receipts, meet all the wants of the Society during the dreary winter upon which we have just entered, notwithstanding the advanced prices of all articles of consumption.

There must be at least forty thousand patrons to the Advocate and Guardian, and if they would donate only fifty cents each, the aggregate would amount to twenty thousand dollars, and is there one who cannot deposit in the treasury of the Lord the small sum of one cent per week for one year paid in advance? Let conscience answer. Those who do so will enjoy the happiness derived from the words of Scripture, "He that giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord." "The Lord loveth a cheerful giver." "Cast your bread upon the water, and after many days it will return to you again." "He that watereth shall himself be

Mrs. Flouncely bought a new set of sleevebuttons at the jeweler's, a couple of concerttickets next door, and then stopping in at a fashionable confectionary, indulged herself and daughter with some pound-cake and macaroon, and carried home a quantity of highpriced candy. Two or three destitute children might have been provided with shoes and stockings by the expenditure of a less sum than was thus thrown away in trifling and temporary gratifications. When Mrs. Flouncely reached home, she sat down amidst warmth, and comfort, and luxury; but her face did not wear the look of one who has joy and contentment at the heart, for involuntarily, by the power of a recollection quick-watered." "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto ened by the unwelcome whisper of conscience, she seemed to see, gliding over the gay carpet, a pair of reddened, stiffened, half-frozen little feet! Paulina had commenced the perusal of a beautiful new story-book, but paused with a serious, perplexed, and embarrassed expression, as she noticed from one of the pictures, that the Child of Bethlehem-to whom, now seated on His glorious throne, she knew that all prayers and hymns of praise were addressed-had been, not a wearer of fine shoes or ornamented sandals, but a poor bare-footed child!-Chris. Intel.

"But whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?" 1 JOHN, 3. 17.

the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me."

Be so kind as to send me one paper of each of your last three issues for distribution.

I remain, truly yours, FANNY L. HESS. Lyons, Wayne Co., N. Y., Dec. 4, 1863.

For the Advocate and Guardian. A VOICE FROM CAMP. Camp near Kelly's Ford, on the Rappahannock, Va., Tuesday, November 17, 1863. Dear Madam,-A few numbers of your paper have found their way into camp, and to me at least they were most welcome visitors. I had read them at home, and as I perused their columns here, the kind words of sympathy, of love and Christian counsel touched my

heart. They seemed like the words of my dear parents or some Christian friend directed to me. Tears would fill my eyes, and with a full heart I would thank God that He gave me Christian parents, that I had from infancy been surrounded by Christian influences. And now, although far removed from those dear ones, and almost every influence tending to lead away from Christ, yet am I able to continue faithful to the teachings of those parents, for I feel I am under the watchful, loving care. of Jesus. In your little papers you speak of little wanderers with no Christian parents, no comfortable home, but thrown upon the cold world, and left in the haunts of vice and misery, to struggle through life. I can now realize the endearments and value of a Christian home, and the thought is sad that those little ones are daily and yearly growing in sin, their tongues lisping forth oaths and curses instead of "Our Father, who art in heaven." That that little, prattling urchin, beautiful, though clothed in rags and covered with dirt, will soine day occupy a murderer's cell, all for the want of Christian training in youth, is indeed most terrible to contemplate. O, I love little children; Jesus said, "Of such is the kingdom of heaven." I wish that each tender heart were sanctified by His spirit, that all were His lambs. How I would like to be engaged as you are in gathering those lambs into His fold and in relieving the wants of the poor. But God has called me to different service, that of my country, and while I cheerfully submit to my present lot, if I can aid you in your glorious work by my prayers, you have them. Here, with my blessing, is a mite I will also give. If it will be the means of helping some poor man or woman, or of procuring an asylum in the Home for some little child, I am more than repaid. Again I say, God bless you in your labors, bless your Institution with means ample for so great and good a work. Please remember in your prayers your

(126th N. Y. V.)

SOLDIER FRIEND.

For Advocate and Guardian. GROWING OLD.

"You cannot think how old I am growing, but if I am maturing, it is no matter." Thus wrote a very dear friend to me, whom I had not seen for several years, and surely she is right. Age brings with it its infirmities, but age is the ripening of our spirits, and may be as beautiful, and even more beautiful than youth. A different beauty is this beauty of age, indeed a spiritual beauty. I was very much impressed with this thought, some years since, when attending the annual meeting of the American Board. There seemed to be almost a halo encircling some of those venerable men who had spent their lives in preaching the gospel. We ourselves have much to do with our own faces. They grow under our teaching. We do not form the features, but we modify them by our inner life. There is no line which has not a meaning; not one which has not a revelation of character.

There are some thoughts connected with old age, which it will require grace to endure with cheerfulness. Dependence is not pleasant, helplessness is still more hard to bear; to be a burden is the hardest of all. To that which

we cannot avoid, we must resign ourselves with quiet submission. But we can, in our earlier life, do much to make our old age agreeable. We can cultivate that which is lovely in our nature, and suppress that which is sharp and unamiable. We can learn to regard the feelings and comfort of others. A contented spirit is a rich possession; grumbling and discontent do not improve by age. That which we should approve in an old person, we must begin to develope before we are ourselves old, or we shall fail in becoming our own ideal.

To grow old gracefully is no small attainment. To grow old lovingly and sweetly, to keep our hearts warm and our sympathies active, is the privilege of every one. Such an old age is lovely, and is sure to win love. If we are maturing for heaven as we grow old, no matter how old we grow. No infirmity follows us to the better world; there we are forever young in strength and vigor. Our eyes are not dimmed, our steps are not leaden, our strength is not feebleness. As we would be regarded in our age let us regard those who are aged, and let us fail in no kindness nor respect to them; and let us so live, that when our active days are over, we may still quietly honor our Father by our growing maturity.

ANNA II.

For the Adly eat and Girlian.
THE GREAT CURE.

THINGS are all wrong in the world, so they have been ever since sin entered, and sometimes one evil, and sometimes another forces itself on our attention as the root and foundation of all, as the one which must be met and overcome. So, in a hopeful spirit, each one works, and of those who write, many are driving away at one form of evil or wickedness, as we have seen a man drilling away at a huge rock, sure that a last blow will cleave it

to its centre.

But this is no easy work, fight, strive, run, wrestle, these are the words the Bible uses with reference to our course. We must be holy, faithful, pure Christians, ministers must be holy, and preach holiness to their people, and they and their people-we all must learn, "first to believe, and then obey." Cannot you and I be better than we are, more self-denying, more earnest, more prayerful from this hour? If religion be all that it claims to be, the church should not be thus overpowered. "Ye are the light of the world"- our lamps may burn, but it is not enough that we just keep them burning, merely alive, they must shine, and if you do not remember what the effect was to be of this shining example, go to the Bible and see. I should like to know how many persons have been converted, have been led to glorify God and to honor the truth by the example of any of us.

The dangers to our country are great, the present sufferings are great, and all Christian people must be aroused to meet them. We all have our opinions, and one says there is a fault in our form of government, another says intemperance, or infidelity, or Romanism is gaining ground, or a spirit of too much license. So some work at one point and some at another. As if to a stream in its rapid course, there were some obstruction, and as the waters set

back, draws up a little stream which is pouring into his field, and another sets back a little rill which is finding its way over a low place in the bank near him, while no one goes at the cause of the trouble. Let all combine and remove the obstructions, and the stream will choose to go right, of course.

That is the natural effect, or at least the Bible says so, when we really let our light

shine.

If the church will come out pure and holy, shining bright in good works, and free from the taint of the world, we need not fear for the country, for its good institutions, for its future. Each one for himself, to him God says, "Be ye holy, for I am holy."

Religion and education will keep any people right. Let us make our schools all that we possibly can of right and good, giving our persoual attention to make them so; and above all, let the church do her work. There is power in the church; God, the Almighty, has promised His aid, and there is our hope.

Advocate and Guardian.

NEW YORK, JAN. 16, 1864.

WE ARE ONLY STEWARDS.

"WE are only stewards," was the beautiful reply of a generous patron of the Home, as thanks were expressed for a check just given in aid of this charity. The Master had committed a large trust to this, His willing servant, and withal a heart so to use it, "that at His coming He may receive His own with usury."

the Saviour was the first concern of this true mother. All else was made secondary. The one aim and purpose of her whole soul was so to fulfill her mission in this regard, that her stewardship might be surrendered at the call of the Master, and His voice pronounce the thrice welcome words, "Well and faithfully done." Not in life's winter, but in its beautiful spring-time were the steps of that household band found in the ways of wisdom, bearing with them in all places the fruits of righteousness.

Truly happy are those parents who realize from the beginning the great truth, "We are only stewards.”

"We are only stewards," so said a Christian mother as she looked upon her large household rapidly forming characters for this life and that soon to come. These loved ones require now all the maternal devotion of the most enlarged resources. Without haste, without rest must every development be watched, guarded, and well directed. Wrong must be subdued, right encouraged, sin made to appear hateful, its opposite lovely, the broad road repulsive, the narrow way that leads to life and peace the only way which is safe and truly attractive. Immortal gems are held in these frail caskets consigned to my charge by Him who formed them, and while so great a trust is mine but for a brief season, let me not be unfaithful to the solemn stewardship."

"Only a steward," said the Christian teacher, placed amid a group of manly youths "Upon these plastic minds 'tis mine to write for weal or woe, and then go hence to give account. How may I best win souls to Christ? How lead them to know and feel the love of the Good Shepherd and rest within His fold?" This was the supreme desire

The early consecration of her charge to

and while the pleasant task of imparting human knowledge was cheerfully pursued, grace was given to lead many to choose early the one thing needful.

"Orly a stewari," said the man of great possessions, who had amassed without dispersing abroad, and who now felt the hand of disease busy at his vitals. "Where has this short life gone! Who has been benefitted by the talents of which I have been so long only a steward? Let me hasten now to redeem the time, ere it be forever too late. O, that I had become my own executor, used my lent wealth while health was spared, to help in saving the perishing. Now riches. are passing from my grasp, taking to themselves wings. How trifling seem all things earthly as eternity approaches. Would that I had sooner given due weight to the thought, 'We are only stewards.'"

SUDDEN, BUT SAFE.

THE pleasant thought that "In the Christian's home in glory, there is rest for the weary," comes to us as a solace, while "friend after friend departs."

A communication just received mentions the sudden removal of Mrs. Electa Edwards Bates, of Syracuse, one of the earliest and most efficient coadjutors in the work of our Society. Her bereaved companion writes: "Truly the light of my home has gone out on earth, but I trust it shines brightly among those who have washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Mrs. B. was preparing to attend your SemiAnnual Meeting in Binghamton, when she

was first stricken down with a fit, which in its second recurrence closed her earthly labors."

Her pastor has written an extended and excellent notice of the life and labors of our departed sister, from which for want of space, we can make only the following brief ex

tracts.

"Mrs. Bates was descended from a branch of the Edwards family that has been remarkable for depth of piety and clearness of intellect, and her own mental and religious character rendered her worthy of her ancestry. Her hope was in Christ alone. was called to pass through many trials, but in them all she saw a Father's hand and bowed submissively beneath the stroke.

She

On the 20th day of October, while in usual health, she was suddenly smitten down with what at the time was supposed to be a paralytic stroke. She lay in an unconscious state for twelve hours, but slowly recovered the use of her faculties. Still there was, with her and her friends, an apprehension of a recurrence of the attack. Her mind was calm in her hope in the Saviour. She said she was only a sinner saved by the merits of Christ, and these were as efficacious to her now as they ever could be,-hence she was ready now to hear His voice calling her to Himself. Her improvement in health had been so great that confident hopes were entertained of her ultimate recovery. But on

the 14th day of November, as she was char acteristically busying herself in such light do mestic labors as she could perform, she was heard to fall to the floor, and when first approached life was extinct. She never spoke again, perhaps never breathed after the blow had fallen upon her.

Quiet is her rest after the toil of life, and pleasant is her memory to those who survive her."

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.- -We regret that in our long list of Bazaar acknowledg ments, we are unable to enumerate the many valuable articles contributed for the sale, by the liberal donors to whose kindness we owe its large returns. As the list, given in detail, would have occupied several pages, it was deemed expedient to insert only the names, but should another similar occasion occur, it is hoped the price of paper may warrant the issue of an extra, devoted solely to the full account of gifts received.

The net avails of the Bazaar, amounted to $1564 94, quite a third more than was anticipated. This with other tokens of good, affords new cause for encouragement and gratitude.

CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL.-The Christmas Festival in H. I. School No. 5, proved a

most interesting occasion. Some two hundred children of want and sorrow were furnished a bountiful dinner, and with the fragments that remained, many of the destitute mothers of the little ones, were made glad aud grateful It was good pay to some of the workers, to hear the heart utterances of an aged "Aunt Dinah," over 90, as she received her portion.-"Bless the Master! Oh, bless the Master!"

Our special thanks are due for the success of this effort, to the generous aid rendered by a noble band of teachers, connected with the Mission Sabbath School of the Collegiate Church, 29th St.

LETTERS THAT TALK.

Nor unfrequently do our eyes rest upon missives from friends far distant, that speak so directly to the heart, that we seem to be put into communication with the writers, and our sympathies flow toward them unbidden. Thus it was recently as we opened a note-received in a valuable box-from Ypsilanti, and noticed therein the beautiful face of a dear angel boy. The writer says:

"The enelized Title box of bor's elathing belonged to a little grandson, who died of diphtheria during the last month, aged five

and a half years.

His mother, whose stricken heart forbids the effort to write you, requests me also to enclose his portmonnaie, containing the little gifts of friends during his illness, and which he prized very much. She wishes it, with the photograph, given to some good boy who has no parents. You will please tell him little Norrie was a good boy, and died a happy and peaceful death. Being able to talk until he passed away, he signified to his father he must leave them, and with the utmost trust and simple faith, assured him he was "going to heaven;" so, kissing his parents, brothers, and sisters and friends goodby, he went gently, lovingly from his dear earthly home, and is now gathered with the lambs of the flock in care of the heavenly Shepherd, where he will never suffer again. Another correspondent sends a gift of love, and writes:

"Please give them to some aged, pious widow. I have kept them twelve years because they were almost the last work of a dear aged mother, who, while on earth deeply sympathized with the suffering. Could she speak from her home above, I doubt not she would say, 'Let them be doing good.'

Another who writes about a package, says;

"The contents of this box were obtained

and prepared chiefly by Mrs. L. Finney, of Thomson, O., a lady eighty-six years of age, whose heart throbs with kindness, and whose hand is still ready for every good work."

May this noble example incite others to do good as they have opportunity, while the day lasts.

Another friend in Iowa, who makes a strong appeal for our Dorcas and Sales-room which we are happy to say, are now looking as in other days-writes:

"Stern winter is upon us, its first snows to-day kissed our prairie land, and my thoughts, as I watch these silent monitors, wander to the 'Home.' Oh, that none turned empty away. Let us feel how blesswho come to its doors worthily, may be ed it is to help alleviate the suffering that must come ere spring gladdens the earth with its sunny smile. Let our blessings be enjoyed the more by knowing we have followed that command of our Saviour, "Freely ye have received, freely give."

Mrs. Bazin, of Griggsville, Ill., writes:

"I love your paper, because it advocates the cause of the poor and friendless, and especially do I love it, because it sympathizes with the poor, down-trodden slave. Ever since we have been patrons of the Advocate, myself and husband have been longbut until now ing to send a donation in aid of the Society, have been unable to do

WHO SHALL BE GREATEST AMONG
CHRIST'S DISCIPLES?

Nor he, who flushed with pride, born of prosperity, sweeps scornfully by his poorer fellow-man, forgetful that from the same dust were they made, to the same will return, and before the same God will stand to render an account of the deeds done in the body; forgetful that God alone made them differ, and by that forgetfulness of his bountiful Benefactor, removing himself from nearness to Him who proclaims, "I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit."

The poor man, too, may be proud, envious, rebellious, and thus forfeit the favor of the

mighty One who, in His own good way and time, can abundantly supply all his wants,

and will, if he trusts in Him.

"Behold my servaut, whom I uphold, mine elect in whom my soul delighteth." So

the Father spake of His well-beloved Son, ere He stooped to earth, more clearly to reveal the way of life, and offer Himself a sacrifice for our sins. He said to His followers, "I am among you as he that serveth." When His ambitious disciples contended among themselves for superiority, He told them, "He that would be greatest among you, shall be your servant."

Yet more deeply to impress upon His imperfect, but loved children-"little children," He called them-the importance of humility, a few days before His death, after the feast of the passover, He rose from the table, laid aside His garments, girded Himself with a towel, and proceeded to wash their feet. With what amazement did they witness this. No wonder the impetuous Peter exclaimed to his revered Lord, "Thou shalt never wash my feet." When He had finished, resumed the garments He had laid aside, and sat down again among them. Their hearts were all opened to receive and remember His words, "Ye call me Master and Lord, and ye say well, for so I am. If I, then, your Lord and Master, have washed your feet, ye also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have given you an example, that ye should do as I have done unto you; the servant is not greater than his Lord."

The natural heart does not seek the place of a servant-even of Christ—it revolts from it. "Give me wealth, give me pleasure, power, fame," it pleads, and Christ does not promise these in His service. He enjoins upon us to accumulate treasures, but not on earth-in heaven; to labor, taking no thought for the morrow; to take up the cross we are sure to find daily in our pathway, and cheerfully follow Him; to accept persecution, reviling, slander for His sake, as a blessing; everywhere, at home, abroad, to preach the good news of salvation, purchased by His blood. Such is the life of faith that He requires.

But this service is not without reward, not of debt, but of free grace. The heart must often ache and the tear fall here, while love and trust are being perfected, but with sorrow will surely come the Comforter, bringing peace that the world cannot give. And when the faithful servant passes through death's portal, it shall be to enter into the land where there shall be "no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, and the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne, shall feed them and lead them unto fountains of living waters."

RESPONSES.

OUR Correspondence at the present time, is exceedingly encouraging. Letters received for the last two weeks, average about 80 per day, many of which contain responses to the. proposal made at our late Semi-annual Meetings, that each subscriber to the Advocate should obtain one more, if practicable. We thank all whose New-Year's gifts have been thus received, or that may be still on the way. The following note exhibits the remarkaperseverence and success of a mother in Israel, and though not designed for publication, we think her well-doing in this regard, should be told for a memorial of what faith and love can accomplish at threescore and

ble

ten.

Battle Creek, Mich., Dec. 24, 1863.

Dear Friend, I write to inform you that I have this day sent you a draft of eighty-six dollars for the Advocate and Guardian for the year 1864. I have canvassed our town pretty thoroughly for twenty days. Last week I was deprived of going out by reason of bad weather and bad health, otherwise I should probably have reached one hundred dollars.

I have canvassed for this paper many years in this state, and also in N. Y. It is twenty-eight years this present winter since we organized a society in the town of Otisco, Onondaga Co. From that time I have used my influence in behalf of this blessed cause. There has been some little good that I have been able to do, but my heart has always been in the work. If I am spared another year, I hope to do more, and get more from the "Bees." They are doing more as they grow older, they only meet Saturday afternoons, about four months in the year. We divide our donations among five different objects, so as to suit all the mothers; I should like to send the most to the Home. Our articles last year were valued at seventy dollars. I am in hopes that they will remain steadfast in the work when I am called to leave this earthly tabernacle. I have just passed my three score and ten years. Please send the package to my address. Yours truly,

MRS. SILAS Cox.

Our Book Table.

My Father's House; or, The Heaven of the Bible; a book of consolation. By JAS. M'DONALD, D.D. New York: Charles Scribner.

A 12mo. of 376 pages, full of instruction, of a type similar to Baxter's “Saints' Rest," and equally worthy a place in every Christian library. We recommend it to all who seek a rest beyond the skies.

Faithful and True; or, The Evans Family. New York: Robert Carter & Bros. A very beautiful volume, neatly illustrated, and admirably adapted to please and profit the young reader.

The Two Brothers and the Two Paths. Ib.

Another interesting book for boys, with an attractive table of contents. A story that, read by the fireside at home, will make a long winter evening pass pleasantly, and afford useful employment for time and thought.

The Three Cripples. Ib.

An affecting narrative, representing life among the lowly, patient endurance of wrong and suffering, continuance in well-doing, and placing the sure reward of virtue and vice in strong contrast.

Snow Flakes; A Chapter from the Book of Nature. Am. Tract Soc., Boston. J. G. Broughton, New York.

An elegant volume beautifully illustrated, showing the many varied forms of the snow crystals as observed and sketched with the aid of the microscope. Those who love to converse with nature, and, at this favorable season, study the treasures of the snow, will find this book full of valuable instruction. The young who read it with care, will never again witness a snow-storm without remembering

its contents.

Little Jennie, The Minister's Daughter. Mattie's Missionary Box, and other stories Polly Grey's Jewels.

Walter and the Prize.

These four beautiful little volumes for the children are among the recent issues of the Am. Tract Society, Boston. Received from J. G. Broughton Bible House, 8th Street, New York. They are written by one who knows how to write for the young, so as to win their hearts to the right, and confer permanent benefit. We cordially commend them to parents and teachers who are selecting books for the season.

EXTRACTS FROM VISITORS' REPORTS. THE case of Mrs. P. who made application for assistance, was one of the many that call out all the sympathies of those who love to do good to their neighbor. Her father was dead, her husband also, her mother unable to aid her. Herself and child were subject to epilectic fits, and at present she was suffering from a fe'on on her thumb. On our third visit, she expressed great gratitude for the attention paid to her wants by us.

Received a note from a friend, informing us of the desolate situation of a poor consumptive; Found, on visiting the sick woman, that she did not expect to recover, but had that good hope, we trust, that maketh not ashamed. Supplied her present necessities, and when we called again, found that a wealthy family in the neighborhood were doing all they could to

make her comfortable. May she descend gently to that bourne whence no traveler returns.

Visited a widow whose husband died in the army. Found them apparently decent people. They have an orphan child whose father left her with them, under pretence of boarding her, and has not beeu heard from since. We

thought and spoke very favorably for the family, and the Committee supplied their wants. The applicant was a poor, unhealthy creature, totally unfit to battle with the world. We gave her our opinion of the necessity of setting her house in order, as her case is of a very critical nature. Found a person recommended by Dr. —, suffering from sickness and want. Her daughter is a widow with three small children, whose husband died at Fort Pickens. Gave She goes out house-cleaning. her fifty cents, and a member of my class gave her a comfortable.

Were told where some children who had irregularly attended Industrial School lived. Having heard that both parents were intemperate, and the children deceitful and thievish, went in search of them all. Arrived at the number they had designated as their home, found they were not there, nor had been within the remembrance of the neighbors. Informing their teacher of this, she asked one of the scholars who knew about them, where their home was. The reply was, "They havn't any home; they sleep at their aunt's on nights, and are on the street days."

Avenue,

Application for aid was made for a widow with one daughter, who is a great sufferer. Every week or two we find how many have suffered from the riot. This poor creature was thrown into such a frame of mind, that she had to be confined in a Lunaite Asylum three weeks. Her mind is at preent perfectly composed. We found her in a quiet, clean room. Gave her what she needed, read the twenty-third Psalm, and had a season of prayer; then, night-fall coming on, returned home, thankful that one more heart had been made glad.

Visited a person whom we found among the applicants on Wednesday, and learned that she was the widow of a former merchant of this city. Her tale was harrowing. She told us the day she was at the Home, they were without food. They had never asked for assistance, thought it probable her friends thought her comfortable. Her daughter is a widow with one child. They take in tailoring, but prices are so poor, it is merely starving, not living. We sympathized deeply with her, and gave her temporary aid.

Spent some time very pleasantly with friends who were anxious to see some of our schools in session, and went around with us in our visiting. By Dr. -'s request visited a man very low with lung disease. He has been patiently waiting for aid from another source, but it being long delayed he applied to us.

We gave

him money to purchase flannel, of which he

stood in much need. The wife is partially blind from neuralgia, but when she can, sews on army work. They have two small children. "These are hard times for you," we said. "They are, ma'am," and the man who had thus responded, turned from us and leaned upon the window, bowed with grief. He was pale, weary, sad. Just now darkness, thick darkness that could be felt, closed in around him. His wife lay, the victim of consumption, upon the bed which she must soon exchange for the deep, narrow one waiting for us all. They had given their children away for adoption, as the best means of securing their temWhy should not poral and eternal welfare. tears trickle down the manly face?

And what were the feelings of the sick, suffering mother? Hear her words, "I know Jesus loves me. He is here, right by me, does He loves me and not leave me day nor night.

I love Him with all my heart, and when the Most High takes away my breath, He will receive me in my home where I long to go. wait with patience, but I'm tired, so tired, want to rest, rest."

To us she expressed her deep gratitude for the interest we had taken in her children. Two weeks later, on the morning of the sacred day of rest, she fell asleep in Jesus, and when we looked upon her peaceful face, we thought of the benediction, "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord."