After the rain had mostly passed over, and nothing re-
mained to tell of the shower but the wet earth and the
flashing of the lightning, whose thunder came but feebly
back to the ear from the East, Mrs. Moxon rose from her
chair and sat down upon the bed. Taking the little inva-
lid's hand in her own, she said, "How does my little
daughter feel this evening ?"

" Pretty well," repUed the child, giving her a look with
her large dark eyes.
" Do you know, Martha, who has cured you ? You have
been very sick."

"No! Who has?"

" God has cured you, my child, and you should be very
thankful to Him for it. I hope my little girl, when she says
her prayers to-night, will not forget to thank her heavenly
Father for his kindness to her, in making her well again."

The httle girl lay reflecting upon the information con-
veyed by her mother, and was evidently inclined to doubt
its correctness. At length, to settle a preliminary question,
she said, " Mamma, who made me vomit ?"

Mrs. Moxon turned and looked at her husband, who
heard the reply, and who, being unable to answer the ques-
tion satisfactorily to himself or the child, said nothing. The
mother was saved from the necessity of continuing the con-
versation in that direction by a sudden exclamation of the
child, whose eyes had reverted to the window.
"Oh, mamma! mamma!" exclaimed the little gklj "I
saw God Ught a star then !"



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" I guess not, my child," said the mother.
