and
taught him the best she knew how all the afternoon. She never saw him
again, and I don't know but the old woman thought her Sabbath-school had
been a failure. That week the young man enlisted in the army, and in a
year or two after the old woman got a letter from the soldier thanking
her for going through the storm that Sunday. This young man thought that
stormy day he would just go and see if the old woman was in earnest, and
if she cared enough about souls to go through the rain. He found she
came and taught him as carefully as if she was teaching the whole
school, and God made that the occasion of winning the young man to
Christ. When he lay dying in a hospital he sent the message to the old
woman that he would meet her in heaven. Was it not a glorious thing that
she did not get discouraged because she had but one Sunday-school
scholar? Be willing to work with one.

A Dream.

I heard of a Christian who did not succeed in his work so well as he
used to, and he got homesick and wished himself dead. One night he
dreamed that he had died, and was carried by the angels to the Eternal
City. As he went along the crystal pavement of heaven, he met a man he
used to know, and they went walking down the golden streets together.
All at once he noticed everyone looking in the same direction, and saw
One coming up who was fairer than the sons of men. It was his blessed
Redeemer. As the chariot came opposite, He came forth, and beckoning the
one friend, placed him in His own chariot-seat, but himself He led
aside, and pointing over the battlements of heaven, "Look over yonder,"
He said, "What do you see?" "It seems as if I see the dark earth I have
come from." "What else?" "I see men as if they were blindfolded, going
over a terrible precipice into a bottomless pit." "Well," said He, "Will
you remain up here, and enjoy these mansions that I have prepared, or go
back to yon dark earth, and warn these men, and tell them about Me and
my kingdom, and the rest that remaineth for the people of God?" That man
never wished himself dead again. He yearned to live as long as ever he
could, to tell men of heaven and of Christ.

The Faithful Missionary.

When I was going to Europe in 1867, my friend Mr. Stuart, of
Philadelphia, said, "Be sure to be at the General Assembly in Edinburgh,
in June. I was there last year," said he, "and it did me a world of
good." He said that a returned missionary from India was invited to
speak t