instant the
glass was dashed to the ground and broken into a thousand pieces. He
took that prince at his word.

A Wife's Faith.

In one of the towns in England there is a beautiful little chapel, and a
very touching story is told in connection with it. It was built by an
infidel. He had a praying wife, but he would not listen to her, would
not allow her pastor even to take dinner with them; would not look at
the Bible, would not allow religion even to be talked of. She made up
her mind, seeing she could not influence him by her voice, that every
day she would pray to God at twelve o'clock for his salvation. She said
nothing to him; but every day at that hour she told the Lord about her
husband. At the end of twelve months there was no change in him. But she
did not give up. Six months more went past. Her faith began to waver,
and she said, "Will I have to give him up at last? Perhaps when I am
dead He will answer my prayers." When she had got to that point, it
seemed just as if God had got her where he wanted her. The man came home
to dinner one day. His wife was in the dining-room waiting for him, but
he didn't come in. She waited some time, and finally looked for him, all
through the house. At last she thought of going into the little room
where she had prayed so often. There he was, praying at the same bed
with agony, where she had prayed for so many months, asking forgiveness
for his sins. And, this is a lesson to you wives who have infidel
husbands. The Lord saw that woman's faith and answered her prayers.

Mr. Morehouse's Illustration.

I remember Mr. Morehouse, while here four years ago, used an
illustration which has fastened itself on my mind. He said, suppose you
go up the street and meet a man whom you have known for the last ten
years to be a beggar, and you notice a change in his appearance, and you
say, "Halloo, beggar, what's come over you?" "I ain't no beggar. Don't
call me beggar." "Why," you say, "I saw you the other day begging in the
street." "Ah, but a change has taken place," he replies. "Is that so?
how did it come about?" you inquire. "Well," he says, "I came out this
morning and got down here intending to catch the business men and get
all the money out of them, when one of them came up to me and said there
was $10,000 deposited for me." "How do you know this is true?" you say.
"I went to the bank and they put the money in my hand." "Are you sure of
that?" you ask; "how do you know it