A Powerful Dream.

"My father, a minister of the gospel, was prostrated by sickness. A

large family of little ones was dependent upon him for support. Funds

ran low. One evening my mother remarked that she had broken the last

dollar. My father lay awake most of the night, praying to his God for

help in this emergency. That same night a man in a parish not many miles

distant was much impressed by a dream. He dreamed that a minister who

pr ached in his church not long before, was sick and in want. He knew

neither his name nor his place of residence. He arose at the first dawn

of day, and going to his own pastor inquired the name and address of the

stranger who had recently preached for them. These obtained, he mounted

his horse, and knocked at our door just as my mother drew up the

window-shades. She answered the knock, when, without a word, a stranger

placed an envelope in her hand and immediately rode away. The envelope

contained a ten-dollar bill, which we all believed was the Lord's answer

to our father's prayer. Afterwards these facts were disclosed by the

pastor to him whom the Lord chose to disperse his bounty."