r such as these," the sad voice of
the angel said, "that you bartered your soul; these are the things
you coveted and toiled for in your earth-life."

How perfectly empty and unsatisfying it all looked to her now, with
that glorious city in full view, and the shining ones gathered about
their King; their hallelujahs rising in grand chorus to "Him who
loved them and washed them in his blood." In deep distress she begged
to be allowed to go in where the Saviour was. Then the angel lifted
another veil.

There were the dark places of the earth spread out before her;
millions upon millions of human beings bowing before idols, little
children cast into cruel flames, and women, sad, wretched women, a
whole world full of them; besides those, there were the poor,
degraded, ignorant ones of her own city.

"Did you ever read in your Bible, said the angel, 'Inasmuch as ye did
it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to Me?'"

Deep horror seized upon her, for memory brought before her, as in
letters of fire, that other word in her own Bible--that awful word,
"depart."

Mrs. Williams needed no Daniel to interpret her dream. Unlike the one
of the King of Babylon it brought her in brokenness of spirit to the
feet of her Saviour; and he who said, "A new heart will I give you,
and a new spirit will I put within you," was faithful to his promise.

The woman, who left her room after hours of heart-searching and
confession before God, came out of that room with "the new spirit"--a
consecrated soul, henceforth to be obedient to the Master's slightest
wish. The whole aim of her life was changed, her pursuits, her style
of living. She found, too, ample time to do the Lord's work, and to
"look well to the ways of her household," and the Lord gave her much
service for him, and the work was very sweet.

Does he not wait to give to any of us who have been half-hearted
laggard Christians, this "new spirit," this anointing whenever we
shall give our whole hearts to him. Then shall it be "joy, nor duty,"
then we shall say, My tongue, dear Lord, to speak for Thee, my hands
to minister to Thee, my feet to run Thine errands.

MRS. LEWIS' BOOK.

PART I.

THE BOOK.

The ladies of Thorndale met one afternoon in early autumn in Mrs.
Lee's parlour for an important purpose. There was a previous
understanding that the meeting was for all who felt interested in
discussing plans for their own mental improvement during the comin