to a seat, where she talked to her quietly a few moments, telling her that God did not require any such thing as that of her or any one else, that her good conduct in school and elsewhere lately was stronger evidence that she had given her heart to Jesus than anything she saw there. Afterwards she went to another part of the church, where others of her scholars were, quieting them, some going home as soon as they saw her. These lambs of the flock need to be very tenderly guarded, and others seem only waiting to be led along the right way. * * * * * A VALUED WORKER GONE. Rev. Dr. Woodworth, of our Boston office, in a commemorative address on the death of Mrs. D. L. Furber, of Newton Centre, Mass., gives an account of her devotion to the cause of missions, in language fitted to arouse, in no common degree, the zeal of the Christian women of the country. He says: She had the rare faculty, perhaps I should say double faculty, of comprehending a great cause, and at the same time of making individual cases all her own. I have heard her talk of the work in the South _as a work for the African race_, until her tongue thrilled with eloquence, her face shone with a strange light, and her whole person seemed to expand to the measure of her theme. To her it seemed so strange that people did not see what to her was so plain: that the churches were so slow to accept their opportunity; that the very _conjuncture_ of the death of slavery and the opening of the African continent by exploration and commerce were a demonstration that they were part and parcel of the same plan and pattern, and meant the salvation of the African race. Why could not the churches see it? Had blindness happened to the people of God? How hot and fast her words fell, as she pictured the possibilities which lay in the Southern work, and as she expressed her amazement at the failure of good people to discern the signs of the times! To _her_ these four millions coming out of the house of their bondage, _in need of every thing_, were Christ himself, hungry, thirsty, naked, homeless—a stranger. In them she saw her Lord; in them she heard _His_ cry of distress; in them, as unto _Him_, she gave her sympathies, her time, her bounty. She walked under the light of that vision which so glorified her life. Each one of that suffering race whom she took into her family, to whom she sent clothing, or aided in his course of education, represented _Him_.