She began now to read the Scriptures with more diligence, and it was not long before her views underwent a considerable change. On speaking with her one day about faith in Christ, she said, "I think almost everybody believes in Jesus Christ, for I have heard Roman Catholics say they believe in Christ; but then they pray to saints and angels too, and I don't think that is right." I tried to show her that believing in Christ was not merely believing about Him, but trusting in Him and depending on Him. She listened with much attention to all I said, and then exclaimed, with deep feeling, "Oh, Miss, I would give anything to know that my husband died happy! I had rather he should not have died in the Roman Catholic faith, for I don't think that is right."

She told me at my next interview that she had two sisters in America, who would be sure to send for her if she knew how to address a letter to them. I found they were staunch Roman Catholics; but she told me if she went to them she would not now confess to a priest, though she would not ridicule Roman Catholics, for she remembered how bigoted she had been herself. Calling upon her a little after, with a dear friend, she told my companion that she wished her sisters believed as she did, and being asked her meaning she said, "I wish they were Protestants." Her whole conversation now proved her growing acquaintance with the Scriptures, and none but those who have waited and longed as I had done can enter into the joy which I felt in talking with her. But I was not yet fully satisfied. Her mind was enlightened, her judgment convinced, but I was not sure that she had yielded her heart to Christ. And for the proof of this I had yet long to wait.

The kind friend who had given Catherine E- a home removed at length from London, taking her widowed companion with her. I wrote to Mrs. Eafter her departure,

but received no reply. I could only commend her to the Good Shepherd. I trusted that He who had hitherto followed the poor wanderer would bring her into His fold, but

I feared that I should never know on earth whether this had been the case or not.

About four years more passed on, and I heard nothing of my Irish friend; when a foreign letter was put into my hand. It was a letter from New York, and from Catherine. She had joined her sisters in America, and there, had become a genuine and open follower of the Lord Jesus Christ.

"My sisters," she wrote, were delighted to see me. I told them soon after it was not my intention to go to a Catholic church. I believe they were astonished. They thought time would wear away what they called false impressions; but they were mistaken. Mary has told me since she would have said a great deal more, but thought, as I would have no intercourse with any but Catholics, I might soon return, and go with them again. I was very resolute; I believe my Saviour gave me strength." She then proceeded to tell how she was led to attend the ministry of the Gospel in a Baptist church-how powerfully the Word preached came home to her heart-how deep were her convictions of sin, and how at length she determined to profess her attachment to her Divine Master, and added

"I prayed that God would direct me what to do: I believe He did so. I knew my dear Saviour died for me. Oh ! could I but love Him as I want to, I should feel happy. My eldest sister thought I had made a great sacrifice, but she says my motives are good; and neither of them opposed me much.

Did you know my kind-hearted sisters, you

would feel for them.

Pray for me and them. Dear Miss, My health is very bad; shall never meet again

let me hear as soon as convenient.
I hope yours is well. I feel we

on earth, but may we meet at the right hand of our beloved Jesus! Farewell; and may God bless you, and give you His Holy Spirit, is the sincere prayer of

"Your very grateful,

"CATHERINE E-."

Little did I expect such a commentary on the words of our evening meditation! Of course I soon wrote to her, but, through some miscarriage of letters, six years passed before I heard from her again. She was then stedfast in her Christian profession, and "enjoying religion." "There are times," she says, "when I fear I am not a child of God, and am truly miserable: but I go and pray, and I feel the Lord hears me for the Redeemer's sake. It is so plain; it seems as if the Lord blessed me and made me happy with the assurance that I am His."

One of her sisters had died, leaving some hope that her mind had been enlightened by the reading of God's Word. Of the survivor she says, "My other sister is still a Catholic. I urged her so much to read the Bible. She did so a great deal, and I believe she felt quite serious at one time, and willing to speak on the subject; now she is not, but has got a Catholic Bible she reads. I suppose she had serious thoughts, and asked advice of the priest. She is a good, kind sister as ever lived. Will you pray for her, as you

for me?"

did

She closes her letter by saying: "I suppose we shall never meet on earth, but I trust we shall in heaven, through the merits of a crucified Saviour."

Her health was never good, and I have little doubt that she has ere this gone to the presence of that blessed Saviour whom she had learned so ardently to love.

If this brief narrative should encourage any Christian worker to labour on amidst discouragement, waiting for the promise, "though it tarry," it will not have. been written in vain.

Let such remember the assurance, "He that goeth forth and reapeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him."

C

The Christian's Walk.

'HRISTIAN! walk carefully-danger is near;

Work out thy journey with trembling and fear; Snares from without, and temptations within, Seek to entice thee again into sin.

Christian! walk humbly--exult not in pride;
All that thou hast is by Jesus supplied;
He holdeth thee up, He directeth thy ways;
To Him be the glory, to Him be the praise.

Christian! walk cheerfully-though the dark storm
Veil the bright sky with the clouds of alarm,
Soon will the clouds and the tempest be past,
And thou shalt dwell safely with Jesus at last.

Christian! walk stedfastly, while it is light,
Swift are approaching the shades of the night;
All that thy Master hath bidden thee do,
Haste to perform, for the moments are few.

Christian! walk prayerfully-oft wilt thou fall
If thou dost forget on thy Saviour to call;
Soft shalt thou walk through each trial and care
If thou earnestly wieldest the weapon of prayer.

Christian! walk joyfully-trouble and pain
Will cease when the haven of rest thou dost gain;
This thy bright glory, and this thy reward-
"Enter thou into the joy of thy Lord."

SA

What love of earth, how pure soe'er it be,
Can equal the strong yearnings of the mind,
The contrite heart's deep tenderness for Thee?

What stranger can express how dear Thou art?
How loyally towards Thee the passions move,
The full outgushings of the melting heart!
How poor beside is all the world calls love!

Our tenderest affection hath its sting,

Our best belovèd droop and fade away From out our feeble clasp, and friendships bring Bitter regret, as swiftly they decay.

But there's no pang in loving Thee, dear LordNo trembling dread of loss when Thou art nigh! Our hearts with Thine in perfect peace accord; Secure we rest, for Thou canst never die.

Jesus! the sweetest name of all most dear,
The purest sound of all to mortals given:

How soothingly it breaks upon the ear,

Lovelier than all the angel harps of heaven!

Holiest of holies! in our human hearts

Reign Thou, while at Thy feet we would adore. Our precious Lord, Redeemer, King Thou art; We love Thee, worship Thee for evermore!