aviour and their
friend."

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WARMLY WELCOMED BY ALL DENOMINATIONS.

"_March, 1881._--During this month I have made many visits among
Jews and Romanists. Some who formerly opposed me are now anxious to
hear me read and pray, and urge me to come to see them often.
Several Roman Catholic families have asked for the Bible; and I have
given several copies of the New Testament, which they value very
highly, as well for themselves as for their children, whom they are
anxious should read and learn its sacred truths. One woman, whose
children had been taught verses from the New Testament, gave me
twenty-five cents to get her a Bible, saying she wondered why their
clergy forbid them reading it.

"The woman mentioned before as being intemperate seems now truly
reformed. She attends our meetings with her boy, and she and her
husband once more live happily together.

"My meeting for young girls continues with much encouragement. They
seem to take delight in reading the Scriptures, and in singing
hymns of praise. They spend the hour in sewing and reading aloud,
and they are greatly improved in deportment and character. The
little Jewish girl, to whom I gave a Testament, is never absent
from this meeting or from the Sunday-school."

What a deplorable sight--an intemperate mother! What a soul-ruinous
example to a daughter! When we consider the relation between the mother
and the child, how great are the maternal responsibilities. The mother
ought to attract the attention of the child by her love. Chilled by the
sin of intemperance, how many, alas! drag down their daughters to infamy
and a life of shame.

But, oh, what a change is wrought in this household after the dramatic
interview, when the husband threatens to leave his wife forever unless
she abandons her cups. What joy enters that family circle after the
mother's transformation. Surely this revolution in her character was not
the work either of the missionary or the person herself. It is not by
works of righteousness which we have done, but according _to His mercy_
He saves us.

How sweetly Dr. Horace Bonar sings in this connection:

Thy works, not mine, O Christ,
Speak gladness to this heart;
They tell me all is done;
They bid my fear depart.
To whom, save thee,
Who can alone
For sin atone,