hour touching the gentle care of Mrs.
Knowles for the needy and sick.

Here her life can never be written in full. "Oh, Mr. Phelps, how
sad it is about Mrs. K---- and her little family." "Poor L----, she
is going just like her brother, and they don't want me to tell her
of our fears." "I have just been to see poor Mr. H----, he cannot
live--he doesn't seem to realize it; and then what will become of
his family? I have tried so long to get them into the
Sabbath-school." "I have just come from Mrs. F---- (a woman of
means and Christian charity), who encouraged me greatly in the care
of that family where the father is in the hospital." "Mr. Phelps,
can you go to No. 12 ---- Street, and see a young man who is sick,
and will have to go to the hospital? No friends, and I have been
trying to make him comfortable." "Mr. Phelps, can you attend the
funeral of a child on ---- Street? It did suffer so much--its
mother is on the Island."

These were common to her work, as I now recall them; not
sentimental products of imagination, but facts, only lacking the
details to make the tenor of her life stranger than fiction. To see
her quietly enter some abode of the lowly, her soft and gentle
greeting to the housewife engaged in her home duties, the aspect,
perhaps, a forlorn one, and hear her words of heart-felt sympathy
and encouragement, her solicitude for the little ones, that they
might be "trained in the way of the Lord," and that simple,
fervent, trustful prayer, which seems so befitting as to excite no
repellant feeling; and that parting word which would go straight to
the mother-heart. Here is a picture of Christian-following which
even Munkacsy could not paint.

The Master reserves some things for future inspection. We have no
sufficient canvas for these in such humble, useful lives.

Her faithfulness in dealing with the erring was remarkable;
seemingly without fear of man, and yet always full of gentleness.

We had a way of investigating cases appealing for charity. One day
a girl, nine or ten years of age, came to the door with a basket
asking for something; her mother was a widow and poor, baby sick,
etc., etc.

We asked Mrs. Knowles to look into the case. She went to the place
given, and at first there was some mistake, or, perhaps, a purposed
misdirection; but, nothi