The Brown Towel.

The editor of _The Christian Woman_ tells the story of a poor woman who,

in her anxiety to give to the Lord, could find nothing but a poor brown


"They must be very poor who have _nothing_ to give," said Mrs. Jarvis,

as she deposited a pair of beautiful English blankets in a box that was

being filled by the ladies of the church to be sent to the poor.

"And now, ladies, as you are nearl
through, I would like to tell you an

incident in my history; I was once very poor."

"You once very poor?" said a lady.

"Yes; I was once _very poor_. There came to our village a missionary to

deliver a lecture. I felt very desirous to go; but having no decent

apparel to wear, I was often deprived of going to church, although I was

a member.

"I waited until it was late, and then slipped in and took a seat behind

the door.

"I listened with streaming eyes to the missionary's account of the

destitution and darkness in heathen lands. Poor as I was, I felt it to

be a great privilege to live in a Christian land and to be able to read

my Bible.

"It was proposed by our pastor that the congregation should fill a box

and send it out with the missionary on his return.

"O," thought I, "how I would like to send something." "When I returned

home my poor children were still sleeping soundly, and my disconsolate

husband waiting my return, for he had been out of employment some time.

After he had gone to bed I went to looking over my clothes, but I could

find nothing that was suitable that I could possibly spare; then I began

looking over the children's things, but could find nothing that the poor

dears could be deprived of; so I went to bed with a heavy heart, and lay

a long time thinking of the destitution of the poor heathen, and how

much better off I was.

"I got to thinking over my little stock again. There was nothing I could

put into the box except two brown towels.

"Next day I got my towels, pieced out the best one, and when it was

almost dark, put on my bonnet, went to the church, slipped my towel into

the box, and came away thinking that the Lord knew I had done what I


"And now, ladies, let me tell you it was not long after that till my

husband got into a good situation; and prosperity has followed us ever

since. So I date back my prosperity to this incident of the brown


Her story was done, and, as her carriage was waiting at the door, she

took her departure, leaving us all mute with surprise that one so rich

and generous had been trained to give amid poverty.