A Personal Experience.

About four years ago I set out for a mela (a fair in India) with a large supply of Gospels and other books. On reaching the fair-ground, I filled my large satchel and went expectantly into the midst of the crowd. Up and down I wandered, in the heat and dust and clamor, past booths and stalls laden with sweetmeats, toys, charms, jewelry, beads, looking-glasses, etc., etc. For nearly an hour I went to and fro amid the thronging multitude, but not more than two or three books were sold. Something was lacking.

I stole away to a quiet spot on rising ground outside the fair, and sat down there to rest and pray for help. As I watched the busy throngs, intent on pleasure, all gathered nominally to pay reverence to their idols, I thought of One who, when He saw the multitudes, had compassion on them; and something of His divine compassion and sympathy surged up in my own heart. I waited awhile to gain fresh inspiration from the presence of the Lord, and then went back to my task. Before I left the fair-ground not a book remained of all those I had brought with me; and I reached home refreshed and strengthened in spirit, in spite of the babel of the crowds and the scorching, sweltering day. Selected