Incidents from the Experience of a City Missionary: A Prayer for Supper Answered

An educated, accomplished lady, reduced to the very lowest

round of poverty’s ladder, whom we shall call Mrs. X,

bears unfailing testimony to God’s hearing and answering the prayer of faith. The daughter came up-stairs one day to announce the utter emptiness of the larder. There was not even a piece of dry bread, nor a drawing of tea; not a potato, nor a bean; and “Charles, poor fellow, will come home from his work at six, tired and so hungry; what shall we do, mother?”

“The Lord will send us something, before he comes,” said

Mrs. X. So, for three hours more the daughter waited.

“Mother, it is five o’clock, and the Lord has not sent us anything.” “He will, my dear, before half-past six;” and the widow went in an adjoining room, to ask that her daughter might not feel it vain to call upon Grod. In fifteen minutes, the door-bell rang violently, and a gentleman, valise in hand,

said,” Mrs. X, I left the room which I hired of you one

year ago, in a great hurry, you will remember; and I owed you five dollars. I have not been in the city since, and am rushing out of it again — jumped off the car just to give you this money. Good-bye.”