the fruit of a tree in the East, which fruit comes down so
heavily that it breaks the skull of the man who is trying to gather
it. But woman glides so softly into the house of destitution, and
finds out all the sorrows of the place, and puts so quietly the
donation on the table, that all the family come out on the front steps
as she departs, expecting that from under her shawl she will thrust
out two wings and go right up toward heaven, from whence she seems to
have come down.

O Christian young woman, if you would make yourself happy and win the
blessing of Christ, go out

AMONG THE DESTITUTE!

A loaf of bread or a bundle of socks may make a homely load to carry;
but the angels of God will come out to watch, and the Lord Almighty
will give His messenger hosts a charge, saying, "Look after that
woman; canopy her with your wings and shelter her from all harm;" and
while you are seated in the house of destitution and suffering, the
little ones around the room will whisper, "Who is she? Ain't she
beautiful?" and if you will listen right sharply, you will hear
dripping down through the leaky roof, and rolling over the rotten
stairs, the angel chant that shook Bethlehem: "Glory to God in the
highest, and on earth peace, good-will to men."

Can you tell me why a Christian woman, going-down among

THE HAUNTS OF INIQUITY

on a Christian errand, never meets with any indignity? I stood in the
chapel of Helen Chalmers, the daughter of the celebrated Dr. Chalmers,
in the most abandoned part of the city of Edinburgh; and I said to
her, as I looked around upon the fearful surroundings of that place,
"Do you come here nights to hold a service?" "Oh yes," she said, "I
take my lantern and I go through all these haunts of sin, the darkest
and the worst; and I ask all the men and women to come to the chapel;
and then I sing for them, and I pray for them, and I talk to them." I
said, "Can it be possible that you never meet with an insult while
performing this Christian errand?" "Never," she said, "never."

That young woman who has her father by her side walking down the
street, and an armed police at each corner, is not so well defended as
that Christian woman who goes forth on gospel work into the haunts of
iniquity, carrying Bibles and bread. Some one said, "I dislike very
much to see that Christian woman teaching those bad boys

IN THE MISSION SCHOOL;

I am afraid to have her instruct them." "So," said another man, "I