be by an operation; and it would be necessary for her to become an inmate of the hospital for four or five weeks. Under the skilful and humane care of Mr Baker Brown, the cause of her suffering was entirely removed; and the gratitude of this poor woman for so great a mercy seemed unbounded. During the evening on which she and her companions came to my house, she said—“After I was sure I was going to be well again, I used to lie in my bed in that hospital there for hours, with my heart lifted up with gratitude to God; and I asked Him so many times to shew me what I should do for Him for all His great love and kindness to me. I really did feel that love and thankfulness to Him, that I thought the first strength I had I _must_ give to Him; but I couldn’t exactly see how. Last Monday was the first time, since then, I have been able to come to the meeting; and as you were reading about Marian, I says to myself, ‘There, that’s your sort of work; that’s what you’re to do;’ and I began to think how God had tried me, and how I had suffered in almost every way, and that He had helped me through everything, and never left me; and I knew then that this was _His_ way of teaching me, and preparing me to help others. And now, ma’am,” she went on to say, “you see, people is very kind to me; and my children’s beginning to help me; and I shan’t have quite so much hard work as I have had; and though I can’t do a great deal yet, I think I could give up _two_ afternoons in the week for doing what I can for those who want help. And I have thought of what you often have told us, too, ma’am, that if we will but make a beginning in what is right—even if we don’t see exactly how—that the way will open to us as we go along, and God will send the light as we want it. We don’t, none of us, feel very wise about it at present; but we are all ready to do, as far as we can, anything you think best.” We spent a very pleasant evening together, and talked over various plans. The women were of varied capacities, and I saw that they were not all fitted for the same work; but they were all actuated by the same spirit—love to their Saviour, and willingness to work for Him. At our next meeting, in the following week, just as I sat down to read, a little girl entered the room, and, coming up to me, said— “Please, ma’am, mother sent me here to ask you to pray for her.” “What is the matter with your mother?” I replied. “She is very bad, ma’am, and hasn’t got nobody to do nothing for her.” When the little girl was gone, I inquired if anybody knew this person (Mrs S—), as she had only attended our meetings for a few times. Only one woman present knew anything about her, and she not much. “I only know,” she said, “that she is a poor troubled thing, as has known better days, and likes to keep herself to herself, like; for her husband spends everything in drink, and never leaves her anything to make herself decent with.”