Cast Out Into The Street, Yet Not Forsaken.


A piteous wail was heard on the street one day, and a poor Scotchman

crossed over to see the trouble. A widow and three children sat on their

few articles of household furniture. Put in the street, when they could

no longer find five dollars for the rent of the kennel in which, for six

months, they had not lived, but existed. He had just received five

dollars for a piece of work, and was hurrying home with it to his sick

> wife, crippled mother and two children. He thought of the piece of

meat--a long untasted luxury--he meant to buy; of the tea his mother so

much craved, and hesitated. Could he give these up? But the streaming

eyes of the children, and the mute despair on the face of the mother,

took down the scale. He ran several blocks and found an empty basement;

hired it for four dollars; enlisted the sympathy and help of a colored

boy to carry the furniture; put up the stove, bought a bundle of wood,

pail of coal, and some provisions with the other dollar; held a little

prayer-meeting on the spot, and left with the benedictions of the

distressed ones filling his ears. The recital of his adventure

obliterated for the time all sense of their own desires, and they

thanked God together that their loss had been the widow's gain. The next

morning, while taking their frugal meal, a tea dealer, for whom this man

had frequently put up shelves, came to say he was short-handed, and if

the Scotchman was not very busy, he would give him a regular position in

his establishment, at a better salary than he could hope to earn.

Meanwhile, hearing his wife was sick, he had brought her a couple pounds

prime tea, and it occurred to him that venison steaks were a little out

of the ordinary run of meat, and, as he had a quantity at home, he

brought a couple. Thus the Lord answered the prayer of the poor, and

repaid the generous giver who sacrificed his money for the Lord.



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