have wasted time and money enough. God sent you to that loft to-night. I have a widowed mother whose very life is bound up in mine. Brown, you have waked me from a fatal dream. God bless you."

And thus do the delicate wheels of Divine Providence take up opportunities improved, faithful, earnest efforts of true disciples, turning the channels of vice and dissipation into healthy currents of living streams which shall flow on forever. "Workers with God," be faithful, for an eternity shall develop the mighty wonder of human instrumentality, wrought in, and carried out, by the mysterious machinery of Divine Providence.

"Who is your Biblical Professor," inquired Brown several years after, while visiting a Theological Seminary in one of the Northern States.

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Why, Prof. Alden, you must know him, one of the best of men and most distinguished scholars."

"Alden! ah! yes, I remember him."

The friends met and mutual embraces and rapid inquiries followed.

"Your sermon in Kinnard's loft was the instrument of saving me, my dear friend. From that night I was an altered man. But for you, I had been lost to friends, to reputation, and lost to myself."

Blessed be God, for seed dropped by the wayside, for links of Providence touching the festive board, and reaching on through eternal ages.

CHAPTER XII.

SAILOR BOY.

"THERE's love enough," said the Rev. Mr. C., in a sermon of thrilling interest, "there's love enough to fill every heart, there's money enough to supply every want, there's sympathy enough to dry every tear."

"What's the reason, my dear Mrs. Freeman, you always find so much incident and adventure in your travels? I never do; dear me! I have been to Washington this summer, and didn't meet a single adventure, railroad accident nor a stoppage, or break, or delay. All went on smoothly and well. We went, we saw, we returned."

not even a

"But if you take a short ride or a trip even to Boston, there is no end to the things you

see.

Some child must be lost, some poor beggar half starved, or some one taken off the stage of human events, for your special benefit. This is a dull world, after all. Other people yawn and look sleepy over a book or newspa per, just as I feel in the cars or steamboat; and I can't understand what makes the difference.

"Now, the other day, in New York, I saw fifty beggars, whining out miserable tales, and blind men sitting on the steps of the Astor House, silently holding out the hand for a penny, which they seldom got; and such dirty little Irish vagabonds, we had to keep our dresses as close as possible from touching them, or they would be ruined. Now you go through the street looking as if you cared not a cent for all Stuart's treasures in his marble block, or even the splendor of the Crystal Palace does not attract you in comparison, if you can only meet in the Bowery or Battery, some charming child, dressed in rags, to make a story that everybody is obliged to read."

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My dear young lady," said Mrs. Freeman,

"sorrow is everywhere, and therefore love should follow its steps."

"You cannot lift your eyes in the cars, but you see some heavy laden and grief stricken heart, concealed from common observers, but all apparent to the clear eye of benevolence."

"But you mistake, Anne, I do not seek objects of interest, I assure you; they fall in my way, and they are not to be passed by on the other side."

"To a gay, happy-hearted creature, like yourself, objects of distress may be avoided as unwelcome interruptions to the bright landscape; but life will appear in a different dress by-and-by. Affliction is a severe but effectual teacher, and you, too, may learn to lend a listening, patient ear to the daily instances of erty, sorrow, and grief.

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"Now, the other day, in my visit to Boston, an incident occurred which interested my warmest feelings. A sailor entered, and sat near me in the cars. I knew he was a sailor