to you."

The letter was from little Mabel's papa, who was a friend of the
clergyman.

"MY DEAR MR. WILTON,--There is a poor boy of the name
of Christie (what his surname is I do not know) living in a
lodging-house in Ivy Court, Percy Street. He lived formerly with
an old organ-grinder, but I believe the old man was thought to be
dying some weeks ago. My dear wife took a great fancy to the boy,
and my little Mabel frequently talks of him. I imagine he must be
left in a very destitute condition; and I should be much obliged if
you could find him out and provide for him some comfortable home
with any respectable person who will act as a mother to him.

"I enclose a check which will pay his expenses for the present. I
should like him to go to school for a year or two and then I
intend, if the boy desires to serve Christ, to bring him up to work
as a Scripture-reader amongst the lowest class of the people in
your neighborhood.

"I think I could not perpetuate my dear wife's memory in any better
way than by carrying out what I know were her wishes with regard to
little Christie. No money or pains will I spare to do for him what
she herself would have done, had her life been spared.

"Kindly excuse me for troubling you with this matter; but I do not
wish to defer it until our return, lest I lose sight of the boy.
The dismal attic where Christie and his old master lived was the
last place my dear wife visited before her illness; and I feel that
the charge of this boy is a sacred duty which I must perform for
her dear sake, and also for the sake of Him who has said, 'Inasmuch
as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye
have done it unto me.'

"Believe me, dear Mr. Wilton,

"Yours very sincerely,

"GERALD LINDESAY."

"Christie," said the clergyman, "the dear Lord has been very good to
you."

"Yes," said little Christie, "old Treffy was right; wasn't he, sir?"

"What did old Treffy say?" asked the clergyman.

"He said the Lord had some work for me to do for Him," said Christie,
"and I didn't think there was any thing I could do; but He's going to
let me, after all."

"Yes," said the clergyman, smiling; "shall we thank Him, Christie?"

So he knelt down by Christie's bed, and little Christie clasped his thin
hands and added his words of praise:--