Let us look at some of the ways in which this is done. Our first illustration is from the life of Washington Allston, the great American painter. We may call it: "Praying for Bread." Many years ago Mr. Allston was considered one of the greatest artists in this country. At the time to which our story refers, he was living in London. Then he was so poor that he and his wife had not a morsel of bread to eat; nor a penny left with which to buy any. In great discouragement he went into his studio, locked the door, and throwing himself on his knees, he told the Lord his trouble, and prayed earnestly for relief. While he was still upon his knees, a knock was heard at the door. He arose and opened the door. A stranger stood there. "I wish to see Mr. Allston," said he. "I am Mr. Allston," replied Mr. A. "Pray tell me, sir, who has purchased your fine painting of the 'Angel Uriel,' which won the prize at the exhibition of the Royal Academy?" "That painting has not been sold," said Mr. A. "Where is it to be found?" "In this very room," said the artist, bringing a painting from the corner, and wiping off the dust. "What is the price of it?" asked the gentleman. "I have done fixing a price on it," said Mr. A., "for I have always asked more than people were willing to give." "Will four hundred pounds be enough for it?" was the next question. "That is more than I ever asked." "Then the painting is mine," said the stranger, who introduced himself as the Marquis of Stafford; and from that day he became one of Mr. Allston's warmest friends. What a lesson of encouragement the great painter learned that day, when he asked for bread, and while he was asking, received help that followed him all his days! "The Hushed Tempest." A minister of the gospel in Canada gives this account of a lesson of encouragement to trust God in trouble, which he once received. "It was in the year 1853, about the middle of the winter that we had a succession of snowstorms, followed by high winds, and severe cold. I was getting ready to haul my supply of wood for the rest of the winter. I had engaged a man to go out the day before and cut the wood and have it ready to haul. I borrowed a sled and two horses from a neighbor and started early in the morning to haul the wood. Just as I reached the place, it began to snow hard. The wind blew such a gale that it was impossible to go on with the work. What was I to do? If it kept on snowing, I knew the roads would be impassable by the next day. Besides, that was the only day on which I could get the help of the man or the team. Unless I secured the wood that day it would not be in my power to get the fuel we needed for the rest of the winter. I thought of that sweet promise, 'Call on me, in the day of trouble, and I will deliver thee,' Ps. i: 15.