A Wagon-load Of Food.

"A young minister and his wife were sent on to their first charge in

Vermont about the year 1846. On the circuit were few members, and most

of these were in poor circumstances. After a few months the minister and

his wife found themselves getting short of provisions. Finally their

last food had been cooked, and where to look for a new supply was a

question which demanded immediate attention.



"The morning eal was eaten, not without anxious feelings; but this

young servant of the Most High had laid his all upon the altar, and his

wife also possessed much of the spirit of self-sacrifice; and they could

not think the Saviour who had said to those he had called and sent out

to preach in his name: 'Lo! I am with you always,' would desert them

among strangers. After uniting in family prayer he sought a sanctuary in

an old barn, and there committed their case to God;--his wife met her

Savior in her closet and poured out her heart before him there.



"That morning a young married farmer, a mile or two away, was going with

a number of hands to his mowing-field. But as he afterward told the

minister, he was obliged to stop short. He told his hired help to go on,

but he _must go back_--_he must go and carry provisions to the

minister's house_. He returned to the house, and telling his wife how he

felt, asked her help in putting up the things he must carry. He

harnessed his horse into his wagon; put up a bushel of potatoes, meat,

flour, sugar, butter, etc. He was not a professor of religion. The

minister's wife told me there was a good wagon-load. He drove it to the

house, and found that his gifts were most thankfully received. This

account was received from the minister himself,--David P.--, who died in

Chelsea, Mass., in Dec. 1875, and subsequently from his wife,--and

communicated to a correspondent of '_The Christian_.'"