share with her the picture of the Lord Jesus coming to the bedside of Peter’s wife’s mother and overcoming her fever by a touch of His hand. I see her eyes soften with hope and gratitude for that picture of compassion and power. But her lips quiver as she asks if I think it is God’s will that she shall lose her beautiful, needed hand. I share with her another picture,—a man with a withered hand and Jesus telling him to stretch forth the withered hand, and the hand was restored whole as the other. I show her a third picture,—Jesus standing by her bed, (“Lo, I am with you alway”) and telling her to stretch her hand that He might restore it to her, a busy wife and mother. In two weeks she was at home, her hand and arm normal.

A girl is weary because of the sorrow and illness of those dear to her. She, too, is shown a picture of Jesus, the understanding Comforter and Friend, saying, “Come unto Me all ye that are weary.” Again and again she renewed her strength by looking at that picture painted in the lovely hymn,

A mother is in deep sorrow. Her oldest son, a brave boy with a life of great promise ahead of him, has in a moment, through an accident, passed out of this life. I share with her the picture of the Lord of Life giving His promise, “This day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise.” We look confidently and joyously at the hymn-picture of “Jerusalem the Golden,”—“The Prince is ever