Praying For Money For A Journey.

A lady, Miss E., residing in New Bedford, received a letter telling of

the serious illness of her mother, in New York. Sick herself, from

unremitted care of an invalid during eight years, poor as Elijah when

his only grocers were the ravens, too old for new ambitions, too well

acquainted with the gray mists of life to hope for many rifts through

which the sunshine might enter, she had no sum of money at all

the cost of the trip between the two places.

"He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou

trust," is a text bound over her daily life, as a phylactery was bound

between the eyes of an ancient Hebrew. She lives literally, _only one

day at a time_, and walks literally by faith and not by sight. So then

as ever, the Lord was her committee of ways and means; but for three

days the answer was delayed. Then, an old lady called to express her

indebtedness for Miss E.'s services three years before, and ask her

acceptance of ten dollars therefor, "no sort of equivalent for days and

days of writing and searching law papers, but only a little token that

the service was not forgotten."

There was the answer to her prayer; there the redemption of the pledge:

"As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round about

his people from henceforth, even forever."