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and lay it in the hands of Omnipotent Love, that he might, by his blessing, increase it to the feeding of the five thousand. “God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise ; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; and base things of the world and things which are despised hath God chosen, yea, and things that are not, to bring to nought things that are, that no flesh should glory in his presence.”

This great truth is admirably illustrated in the following pages. In the life of Christie Redfern we may see how the simple desire to serve God, felt and acted upon by a poor, suffering child, may give an almost heroic strength of character, and may produce results, the magnitude and grandeur of which are altogether out of proportion to the feebleness of the means employed.

This touching and beautiful story appears simultaneously in England and America. It is published in this country by special arrangement with the American Sunday School Union.

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CHRISTIE REDFERN'S TROUBLES.

CHAPTER I.

CHRISTIE'S CHILDHOOD.

'VE heard folks say it-I've seen it in a book myself

-and I heard my father read something like it, out of the Bible, last Sunday—“Ask, and ye

shall receive,' and in another place, 'In everything by prayer and supplication let your requests be made known unto God.' I might try it, anyway."

But the voice that spoke was by no means a hopeful one, and there was anything but a hopeful look on the face of the little girl who slowly raised herself up from a mossy seat, where she had been quite hidden by the branches of a tall birch-tree, that hung so low as to dip themselves into the waters of the brook at the times when it ran fullest. It was a very pretty place, and a very strange place for any child to look anxious or discontented in. But the little girl looked as if she were both ; and there

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was, besides, a great deal of weariness in her manner, she leaned for a moment against a branch, and then stooped to let the water flow over a spray of crimson maple that she held in her hand.

"I might try it, anyway,” she repeated, as she left the place.

In some spring or autumn long ago, the swollen waters of the brook had quite washed away the soil from between the roots of the birch-tree ; and the roots themselves, and the hollow place which the waters had made, were covered with

grass and soft moss now. In this pretty natural seat, after an eager, half-frightened glance around, the little girl placed herself, kneeling. She closed her eyes, and folded her hands with a reverent gesture; but a doubtful, uneasy look passed over her face as she let her head droop, and murmured :

“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come”—and so on to the end.

Then her head was raised; but the doubtful look had not passed away.

“That's no' just what I'm needing," she continued. "I have my daily bread. I'm no' sure about the other things; and I canna mind another

prayer.

I would make one, if I knew the way. I need so many things!"

There was a pause, and then she said, softly:

“O Lord, dinna let Aunt Elsie be vexed with me for biding here so long. I'm sure I need that. And, O Lord, mind Effie to bring home the book she promised me. Oh, there are so many things that I need ! and I'm no' sure that I'm asking right. But the Bible says, ' Whatsoever ye ask in my name, believing, ye shall receive.''

She slipped from her kneeling posture, and leaned, with her eyes still closed, against the shining bark of the birch

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