darker the fog became; they lighted the lamps, and the omnibus went at a walking pace.  She might have got into another omnibus and returned; but a strong feeling which she could not explain made her go on.  When they reached the Strand they could see nothing.  At last the omnibus stopped, and the conductor guided her to the foot-path.  As she was groping her way along, the fog cleared up, just at the entrance to Drury Lane, and even the blue sky was seen.  She now easily found the narrow court, rang the number 5 bell, and climbed to the fifth story.  She knocked at the door, and a little girl opened it.

“‘How is grandmother?’

“‘Come in, Mrs. A——­,’ answered the grandmother.  ’How did you get here?  We have been in thick darkness all day.’

“The room was exceedingly neat, and the kettle stood boiling on a small clear fire.  Everything was in perfect order; on the table stood a little tea-tray ready for use.  The sick woman was in bed, and her daughter sat working in a corner of the room.

“‘I see you are ready for tea,’ said the lady; ’I have brought something more to place upon the table.’

“With clasped hands the woman breathed a few words of thanksgiving first, and then said, ’O, Mrs. A——­, you are indeed God’s raven, sent by him to bring us food to-day, for we have not tasted any yet.  I felt sure he would care for us.’

“‘But you have the kettle ready for tea?’

“‘Yes, ma’am,’ said the daughter; ’mother would have me set it on the fire; and when I said, ’What is the use of doing so? you know we have nothing in the house,’ she still would have it, and said, ’My child, God will provide.  Thirty years he has already provided for me, through all my pain and helplessness, and he will not leave me to starve at last:  he will send us help, though we do not yet see how.’  In this expectation mother has been waiting all day, quite sure that some one would come and supply our need.  But we did not think of the possibility of your coming from such a distance on such a day.  Indeed, it must be God who sent you to us.’

“’The righteous cry, and the Lord heareth, and delivereth them out of all their troubles.’”

HOW THE STOLEN SLEIGH WAS RETURNED BY A THIEF.

The widow of a minister of the Gospel sends to “The Christian” the following instance illustrating God’s faithfulness in hearing and answering prayer: 

“About the year 1829, my husband, who died January 2d, 1854, lent his sleigh and harness to a man calling himself John Cotton, to go some twenty miles and be gone three days.  Cotton was quite a stranger among us, having been in our place but six weeks.  During that time he had boarded with my husband’s brother, working for him a part of the time, and the rest of the time selling wooden clocks, of which he had bought a number.  Three days passed, but he did not return.  The fourth went by, and we began to think he had absconded.  On inquiry, Mr. P. found that the clocks had been purchased on credit, and all sold for watches or money; that Cotton owed sixty dollars toward his horse, and had borrowed of the brother with whom he boarded, horse-blanket, whip, and mittens.  Now it seemed sure that he was a rogue, but what could be done?  Pursuit was useless after such a lapse of time.