beyond for an afternoon service.  It was now night.  To drive across the country was the only way open, or stay at home.  Two disappointed congregations the result in the latter case.  But the roads were heavy from recent rains.  ’Twill be so late that none can direct.  Friends said, ‘Stay; you can’t go forty miles across, to you, an unknown country.’  But the writer felt it duty to go.  Hiring a horse noted for endurance, at nine o’clock at night—­dark, threatening—­he set out.  As he headed the horse in the direction of the village—­for he could find none who could tell him the exact road—­he prayed:  ’O God, starting out to preach thy word to-morrow, direct the way—­guide this horse.’  The night wore on; as cross-roads came, dropping the lines over the dashboard, the same prayer was offered.  When the horse chose a road, the driver urged him on.  As day began to break, emerging from some wood in an unfrequented road, they entered the village they sought.  The sermon that morning was from the text, ‘Son, go work to-day in my vineyard.’  The largest congregation of the Summer had gathered.  It will not do to say that the horse knew the road.  Returning in broad daylight the next day, though directed and directed again, we lost the way and went seven miles out of our course.  A scientist might laugh at this way of driving, or at asking God to guide in such trivial matters.  But we shall still believe that God led the horse and blessed us in our attempt to serve him.”

ALL OUR NEEDS.

“About eight years ago, while a Student in college, I became embarrassed for want of funds.  Debts began to accumulate.  Anticipating money from usual sources, promises had been made to pay at a certain date.

“The time to make these payments approached.  The anticipated money did not come.  A student in debt is most dependent and hopeless.  In great distress, locking the study-door, I sat down to think.  First came visions of an auction sale of a few books and scanty furniture; then of notes and protests; finally the promises of God came into mind.  I knew he had promised to supply my wants.  ’All things whatsoever ye have need of,’ came home in great power.  I am needy, I have given up business, all, to preach the gospel.  I remember as ’twere yesterday the feelings, the struggles, of that hour.  With all earnestness I asked for help in my hour of distress.  At last I felt confident that the aid needed would come in time, Saturday; this was Monday.  I thanked God for the answer—­ and being questioned by a needy creditor of that afternoon, assured him that his money would be ready.

“Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday passed—­no sign, but faith said God will not fail.  Friday morning—­heart beat fast as I went to the post-office—­it seemed as if through its agency the help would come.  Nothing.  But it must be here to-day.  Returning from the office Friday evening, wondering how God would send deliverance, I saw on my table a long official envelope.  A classmate preceding me at the office had brought it.  A letter from a gentleman in Wall street whom I have never seen.  On Monday, he casually asked of a tea-broker, an acquaintance, if he knew of any one in H——.  The broker mentioned, after a little thought, my name.