himself and his all to the service of Christ.  There, as under the eye of the Master, he reviewed the time he had labored as a colporteur, and prayed for forgiveness for the past and grace for the future.  There he told the Saviour all about his work, and asked him to go with him that day, preparing the way and enabling him to succeed in the work on which he had entered.  The result was what might have been expected.  He went forth a new man; his heart was interested more deeply in the truths which he was circulating—­they were more precious than ever to his own soul, and he could recommend his books, as he failed to do when his heart was cold and prayerless. That first day he sold more books than during the whole week before. In one instance, he sold several dollars’ worth in a family where, as he was afterwards told by pious men in the neighborhood, the father was most bitterly opposed to everything connected with true religion.  God had prepared that man’s heart, so that he was ready to purchase quite a library for his family.  And in many families that met him that day with the usual salutation, ‘no money,’ he succeeded in disposing of more than one volume by sale.  As he went from family to family, lifting up his heart in prayer to God for success in the particular object of his visit, God heard his prayers and owned his efforts.  And so, he assured me, it had been since; whenever he had been prayerful—­prayerful for this particular object, and then had diligently and faithfully done his best, he had invariably succeeded in doing even more than he expected.”

PRAYER FOUND THE REMEDY FOR THE DISEASE.

“A correspondent of The Illustrated Christian Weekly, states that a mother of her acquaintance had a child taken alarmingly ill.  She sent for the physician.  The child was in convulsions.  The doctor began at once vigorously to apply the customary remedies—­cold water to the head, warm applications to the feet, chafing of the hands and limbs.  All was in vain.  The body lost nothing of its dreadful rigidity.  Death seemed close at hand, and absolutely inevitable.  At length he left the child, and sat down by the window, looking out.  He seemed, to the agonized mother, to have abandoned her darling.  For herself, she could do nothing but pray; and even her prayer was but an inarticulate and unvoiced cry for help. Suddenly the physician started from his seat.  ’Send and see if there be any jimson weed in the yard,’ he cried.  His order was obeyed; the poisonous weed was found.  The remedies were instantly changed.  Enough of the seeds of this deadly weed were brought away by the medicine to have killed a man.  The physician subsequently said that he thought that in that five minutes every kindred case he had ever known in a quarter century’s practice passed before his mind.  Among them was the one case which suggested the real, but before hidden, cause of the protracted and dreadful convulsions.  And the child was saved.