She came straight to me, and said, 'Oh, mother, don't fret; I'm safe and I'm happy!' and with those words in my ears I awoke.

That dream has been a great comfort to me, ma'am; I feel sure God sent it to me.

But oh, ma'am," she exclaimed, with a new light of hope in her face, and clasping her hands in silent entreaty, "the thought came into my head whilst you were a-speakin', if you would be so kind as to ask at the end of every one of your meetin's, 'Has anyone heard or seen anything of a girl of the name of Sarah Smith ?' As you go all about the country, maybe I might get to hear of her that way." Ah me! the pathetic forlornness of the suggestion, the last hope of a broken-hearted mother, that I should go all over the three kingdoms asking my large audiences, "Have you seen or heard anything of Sarah Smith ?" And I was dumb.

I had not a word of comfort to give her.

I had heard the words too often from the lips of outcast girls in answer to my question, "Does your mother know where you are ?" "Oh, no; I couldn't bear that mother should know about me!"-- not to know what the fate of that young girl had been.