months lying ill, with what the doctor calls typhoid fever; but which
seems now to have settled on his lungs, attended with a severe cough,
and no hope of recovery. I have been enabled to assist them from time
to time with a little nourishment. When I entered their house one day
with what I had provided for them, I found they had nothing but a
little bread. As I showed them what I had brought, they looked from one
to the other, and were so filled with gratitude, and overcome by the
unexpected supply, they appeared unable to speak. I find thus, not only
an open door to their home, but also a welcome to their hearts. They
have not been in the habit of attending church, and, as might be
supposed, the duty of personal and family religion was also neglected.
But it appears evident that these trials have not been sent in vain by
the Lord. The sick man loves to have me read the Scriptures, and pray
with him: and the children delight to see me, often running to meet me,
and take me by the hand before I reach the house."

Recognizing the necessity of prayer for the Divine blessing in all our
work, she writes in her journal thus:

"MARCH 2, 1875.--In commencing my work this morning I asked for
guidance in the direction of my visits, and I was led to go to a
house quite out of my district, to visit a colored family who were
very destitute.

"I found them at family prayer, asking the Lord to send them some
food; my heart was touched as I listened to the simplicity of the
petition, and I could not but feel the Lord had directed my steps to
the house in answer to their prayer, and was reminded of that
passage of Scripture, '_while they are yet speaking, I will
answer_.' I believed these words, and procured them both food and
fuel. As we then sat down to read God's word, the tears streamed
down the cheeks of these aged women, as I was helped to explain the
word to them, and when we knelt to pray, we were blest together.
Truly, while teaching others our own souls are often refreshed!

"MARCH 6th.--Poor Mrs. L. was visited to-day; she has been suffering
for years from rheumatism. As I went in I said, 'Mrs. L., is Jesus
precious to-day?' The tears came to her eyes as she said, 'I fear I
have grieved Him to-day; I felt like murmuring because my pain has
been so great.' I told her Jesus understood her, and knew she did
not mean to murmur. And then I read to