Some of the readers of this Narrative may possibly feel inclined to say--"With so much travelling from place to place, so many public meetings, and such continual intercourse with strangers, how does Mr. Müller find time to attend to his _own_ spiritual welfare? Whence does he obtain refreshment for the inner man _himself_? How do matters stand between his _own_ soul and Christ?--because persons who are continually engaged in ministering to others, more than any class of individuals that can be mentioned, require divine grace and wisdom for them_selves_." The reply to such inquiries is this. Through the goodness of the Lord, he is a man _given_ to the reading of the Scriptures and to prayer. Whether travelling or at rest, a day _never_ passes, without his devoting as much time as possible to the diligent, prayerful study of the word of God. He is a man of _one_ book; and that book is the Bible. Besides reading the Scriptures regularly together early in the morning; in the course of the day, whenever there is time, my husband employs it in studying the Bible, in meditation, and in prayer. He waits habitually upon _God_, and thus it is, that day by day, his spiritual strength and vigour are renewed. This opportunity is taken, however, of commending him earnestly to the prayers of the Lord's people; whether he may be known or unknown to them personally. On Sept. 23rd, at 9 in the morning, some sweet singing outside the door of our room announced the unexpected arrival of Dr. Blösch, a party of Orphan girls belonging to the Institution he has founded, and four teachers, who all stood outside in the passage until the German hymn was finished; when a large bouquet of flowers from the gardens of the children was handed in, a wreath of ivy, and an address in German, beautifully written, congratulating Mr. Müller upon the approach of his birthday (on the 27th) and giving him Isaiah liv. 10, as a Scripture portion. These young girls brought a small contribution also from their own little pocket money, for the Orphans on Ashley Down. Their whole visit was of a most touching character. After my husband had spoken to them for a few minutes, they sang another hymn; we then shook hands with them all, and the whole party took leave of us.