hem to him, then we are helping to carry on the same great
work that Jesus gave his apostles to do. Let us look at some examples
of persons who have been apostles for God and helped to do the work
of apostles.

"Aunt Lucy." I heard the other day of a good old woman in the State
of Michigan, known as Aunt Lucy. She is eighty-four years old, and
lives all alone, supporting herself principally by carpet-weaving.
All that she can save from her earnings, after paying for her
necessary expenses, she spends in buying Bibles, which she
distributes among the children and the poor of the neighborhood.
Thirteen large family Bibles, and fifty small ones, have thus been
given away--good, well-bound Bibles.

A neighbor, who has watched this good work very closely, says that
two-thirds of the persons to whom Aunt Lucy has given Bibles have
afterwards become Christians. In doing this work Aunt Lucy was an
apostle.

"The Charcoal Carrier." One Sunday afternoon, in summer, a little
girl named Mary, going home from a Sunday-school in the country, sat
down to rest under the shade of a tree by the roadside. While sitting
there she opened her Bible to read. As she sat reading, a man, well
known in that neighborhood as Jacob, the charcoal carrier, came by
with his donkey. Jacob used to work in the woods, making charcoal,
which he carried away in sacks on his donkey's back, and sold. He was
not a Christian man, and was accustomed to work with his donkey as
hard on Sunday as on week-days.

When he came by where Mary was sitting, he stopped a moment, and
said, in a good-natured way:

"What book is that you are reading, my little maid?"

"It is God's book--the Bible," said Mary.

"Let me hear you read a little in it, if you please," said he,
stopping his donkey.

Mary began at the place where the book was open, and read:--"Remember
the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. Six days shalt thou labor, and do
all thy work."

"There, that's enough," said Jacob, "and now tell me what it means."

"It means," said Mary, "that you mustn't carry charcoal, on Sunday,
nor let your donkey carry it."

"Does it?" said Jacob, musing a little. "I tell you what then, I must
think over what you have said."

And he _did_ think over it. And the result of his thinking was, that
instead of going with his donkey to the woods on the next Sunday, he
went with his two little girls to the Sunday-school. And the end of
it all was that Jacob, the charcoal carrier, b