It was Saturday, and the only food she had to keep her alive until Monday, was two soda biscuits!  She had sold everything comfortable in the way of furniture; all her clothing but one respectable suit for the street, and the only thing remaining, that pointed to the history of better days, was a pair of gold eye-glasses, given her by her dying mother.  Within a few months her dire necessity had often pointed to the glasses; but she could not see without them, nor could she sell the gold frames unless she had means to have the glass set in commoner ones.  Moreover, the harpies who feed and thrive on the miseries of the poor, would in no case have given her more than twenty-five cents for them; and the short respite derived from that amount would not have compensated for the sacrifice.  She had looked at them that morning; felt that starve she must and would, but that souvenir of her mother should never leave her.  She went back to bed and prayed fervently that the Lord would show her some way of escape, or take her that day to himself.  She slept an hour or two, and then awakened, strong in the conviction that he would show her some way before night, and though it was six o’clock P.M., before the missionary called, no doubt had arisen to trouble her mind; and as soon as he entered and introduced himself, she said—­“You are a messenger from the Lord, sir; I have been expecting you.”

GOD WITH US.

An old woman was taking home’ some sewing the night before, and passing through a narrow and dark street, was knocked down by a runaway horse.  Taken up senseless and unknown, she was carried into the house of a kind family who sent for a physician.  It was not till next morning that she recovered consciousness, and was able to give her address.  A messenger was at once dispatched to her husband, who was supposed to be wild with terror.  He was truly thankful to hear from human lips of her whereabouts; but said he knew she was not dead, and he would see her in the morning; for the Lord had been with him all night and assured him of it.  He had also kept the fire from going out; and now that she would be brought home in a few hours, he was ready to trust his Father, as he had been through the night.  His hourly friend was Immanuel, God with us; not God somewhere or other in infinite space.

A VESSEL SAVED.

A vessel was six months making the passage from Liverpool to Bermuda Island.  Fogs enveloped it; winds sent it hither and thither; captain and mate lost their reckoning, lost their senses; and when, added to the rest, the vessel sprung a leak, gave up in despair.  Crew and passengers were finally reduced to a few drops of water and one potato a day, and they merely waited death from starvation or drowning.  All but one!  One man; a minister, whose faith and belief in their final escape burned but brighter and