Yes, it was a real mountain; far more real than one of earth and stones. It was one that has a habit of getting between us and the light of God’s sweet love, and its name is _Discouragement_. Sometimes it gets between little girls and their sewing and makes them say, “Oh, dear me, I can’t do it!” Sometimes it piles itself upon a little boy’s book and makes him say, “I never can learn this lesson.” The third question is, How did she do it? With a song. How was that? Well, upon this particular morning I was feeling it weighing down upon my heart and making me wonder whether it was any good to visit people who were hungry and full of care, unless I had the money to relieve their wants. You see, the mountain had made every thing so dark that I couldn’t see Jesus. Now, as I walked on I heard a child’s voice behind me calling, “Strawberries——sweet, ripe strawberries——fresh, ripe strawberries,” going by; and then, after an instant’s pause, the voice came again, but this time it said: “More love, O Christ, to Thee; More love to Thee.” I waited until she came up to me; and then, after we had spoken and shaken hands, I asked her as we walked together, why she put those few lines in her call. “Cause _it helps me_ and ’members me of Jesus,” was her answer. “Why do you want to be reminded of Jesus?” I asked. “Cause Him died so I could go to Heaven.” “Why do you want to go to Heaven.” “To see Jesus,” was the prompt reply. We parted at the corner of the street, Clarissa going on, and I standing to listen until her song died away in the distance. Then I turned to find the ugly mountain gone and beautiful Faith resting where it had been so lately. How many of you, I wonder, are going to become mountain movers from to-day? Remember, a loving word, a gentle act, a little bit of self-denial on your part, may move some ugly mountain out of your brother’s or sister’s or companion’s road, and make the holy angels glad because you love Jesus. Do not forget, when you kneel down to pray, to ask Jesus to bless me, and give me every day more love to himself, so that I can have more and still more for all of you. Lovingly your friend, LILLIE E. BARR, _Missionary of the American Missionary Ass’n_. RECEIPTS FOR MAY, 1879. MAINE, $193.34.