towards the church; and she used to give it, when it came to a sovereign, wrapped in a little piece of paper, at the same time that she made her little offering during the Holy Communion service: on the paper she used to write, "For the church at Woodend." None of this would have been known, but her illness came on suddenly, though it lasted a long time; and she had ten shillings which she was keeping towards another sovereign. For some time she was puzzled how to manage about giving it, as she had never mentioned it to any one. She disliked the thought of doing so, now especially; for her dear husband had been taken from her some months before she was laid up. She turned over and over in her mind what would be the best plan; and at last she determined that it could not be so right to mention it to any one as to her minister; and so the next time he came, she asked him to take charge of her little saving; and when he inquired how she had managed to collect it, she told him.

Though she never talked to her little scholars of her own self-denials, she often urged upon them the necessity there was for them to practise the same; and she used to point out to them ways in which they might assist others by little acts of self-denial on their own parts; and many of them are now fol

lowing the advice she gave them when they were children.

Besides this weekly saving, Mrs. Wilson was always thankful to offer something when there was a collection for building churches, or for the schools, or for the propagation of the Gospel in foreign parts. She used to say to the children, "Never be afraid to lend to the Lord; you cannot put your money out at so good interest any other way."

At one time a collection was being made "towards the relief of the manufacturing districts;" and Mrs. Wilson made a small pasteboard box, with a slit in the top, which she placed on the table in the schoolroom; and at the end of the week she counted what had been put in by herself and the children; and on the Sunday she put it into the plate at the Holy Communion, with this written on the paper-"For the distressed manufacturers." This was continued as many weeks as the subscription remained open.

All the girls in the first class worked very neatly; and Miss Herbert kept them constantly employed either in knitting stockings for the clothing-club for the old people, or in making shirts and other things, such as little shirts, and caps, and bedgowns, for the bunIdles which Miss H. lent to the women in their confinements; and in this way they were able to pay their own club-money, and

buy books now and then, and they had still some to spare towards any thing Mr. Herbert advised. "Money, like the widow's cruse," Mrs. Wilson used to say, "if it is used as our Lord commands, never fails."

Susan, at a very early age, was a very neat worker; and Miss Herbert used sometimes to set her to do little things of her own, such as hemming handkerchiefs; and when she took them to the rectory, she generally desired her to come to her room, and talked to her about different things; and her manner was so kind, that poor Susan often thought how thankful she should be if the time might ever come that she could be Miss Herbert's servant. She used to think that nothing could make her so happy; and she would fancy to herself the delight of being allowed every night and morning to join in their prayers, and read to Miss Herbert before she went to bed. These fancies were never realised.

AT the time when Susan came back so very ill, Miss Herbert was from home, and for some months afterwards; and her dear old mistress was so infirm, that Susan scarcely liked to ask her to come even the smallest distance out of her way; for she had always found walking very fatiguing, owing to a lameness she had been afflicted with from her childhood; but at last one of her school

fellows, who went in occasionally to see her, told Mrs. Wilson that Susan was come home very ill. That same afternoon, as soon as the service was over, and the children had dispersed, she went to see her dear little friend.

Susan had been watching the glowing sunset, which, though her room faced towards the south, she could see reflected against the tower, and the trees round the churchyard were bathed in light; and as she repeated the evening hymn from the Christian Year, it gradually faded away. She had learnt that hymn when she was at school, and had always remembered it since, though at the time she learnt it she did not understand much of it; but now the whole meaning seemed clear to her as she said it over line by line.

Susan had been a long time alone; and when she heard a footstep on the stairs, and saw that it was really her dear mistress, she started up in the bed, and held out her hands, saying, "O my dear missis, is it you? I did so badly want to see you. I am so glad you are come; but I didn't like to send to ask you to come, because 'tis so troublesome to you to get about. Do sit down by me on the bed, and do kiss me, and let me hold your hand!—I am so overjoyed to see you." Mrs. Wilson did as Susan asked her, and sat down by her on the bed.