“I s’pose you’re all astonished to see me here, but the truth of the matter is, I’ve got something to say to you, which can’t half be told in words, neither. You all know my little Sallie has been sick; but I don’t s’pose none of you know what that sickness has been to me. You see the children wanted her to go to the mission band, but I was tough and cranky, and dead set ag’in’ anything of the kind, and told her, in the crossest way, she couldn’t go. She’d heard somethin’ about giving to Jesus, and laid out her best doll and book; an’ I laughed at it, an’ told her the Lord didn’t want her trash. Well, she took sick, an’ got sicker an’ sicker, till my heart stood still with the fear o’ losing her. She was out of her head, you know; and every time I come near the bed, she’d start right up an’ say, ‘Oh, can’t I give him anything? Don’t he want my dolly? O mother, mother can’t I go?’ till I just thought my heart would break in two. Everywhere I looked, I could see her eyes, with such a beseechin’ look in ’em, and hear her voice callin’, ‘Mother, mother, can’t I give _anything_?’ till at last I went down on my knees, all broke up like, and I sez:-- “‘Lord, I’m a poor, ungrateful sinner, and I’ve been a-withholding from you all these years; but if there’s anythin’ I can give you, won’t you please take it? Even my little girl, and everything I’ve got I just lay down.’ “Well, my sisters, I cried an’ cried as I hain’t for years, and it wasn’t all for sorrow, neither; there was a great deep joy in it all. An’ I come here to-day to tell you that I just give myself and all I’ve got to the Lord’s work. I’m fairly converted to missions, and if the Lord will only take the poor, miserable offerin’ I’ve got to give, and use me rough-shod in his work, I’d really be only too thankful. Why, my sisters, I’m the happiest woman on earth, and it’s all owin’ to the blessed child and that there children’s band.”--_Selected._ * * * * * RECEIPTS FOR APRIL, 1887. * * * * * MAINE, $98.63.