The Master reserves some things for future inspection. We have no sufficient canvas for these in such humble, useful lives. Her faithfulness in dealing with the erring was remarkable; seemingly without fear of man, and yet always full of gentleness. We had a way of investigating cases appealing for charity. One day a girl, nine or ten years of age, came to the door with a basket asking for something; her mother was a widow and poor, baby sick, etc., etc. We asked Mrs. Knowles to look into the case. She went to the place given, and at first there was some mistake, or, perhaps, a purposed misdirection; but, nothing daunted by the difficulties encountered, she succeeded in gaining admittance to apartments on the second floor, where, instead of poverty and sickness, she found the mother in the midst of evident comfort, seated at her piano, who at first denied all knowledge of the little charity girl, and was only confronted successfully by the entrance unguardedly of the child herself. If confusion ever overtook a mortal fraud, in which an active apprehension and deep humiliation were successfully involved; it was then and there in the presence of _holy indignation on fire_. Mrs. Knowles was simply irresistible in such cases. Now, dear brother, I hardly know what use you can possibly make of this, but my prayers shall go with your work of perpetuating their memory. Very sincerely yours, GEORGE O. PHELPS * * * * * * The thought that the servants of Christ are praying for us is very cheering in the prosecution of our work. The facts enumerated in the following letter from Pastor Chambers contain a thousand thoughts as descriptive of what every Christian ought to pray for and strive after, namely, to be, as he expresses it, an Israelite indeed, in whom there is no guile. How expressive in this connection are the words of the apostle, "_Take heed_ lest there be found in any of you an evil heart of unbelief in departing from the living God." NEW YORK, November 9, 1886. REV. D. MCNEILL YOUNG: DEAR BROTHER--Your letter informing me of the death of Mr. and Mrs. Knowles was forwarded to me from Harrisburg, to this city. I had seen a notice of Mr. Knowles' death in a New York paper, but had not known of the departure of his wife, whose death, under such circumstances, had a pathos peculiar to itself. Her presence at his funeral, it would seem, was more than her affectionate testimony to their past devotion to each other. It was her unconscious prophecy of their speedy reunion in the presence of Him whom they both loved and served.