GOOD ENOUGH WEATHER.
"IF a long season of inclement weather is not sufficient excuse for my failing to plant more than four Sabbath-schools during the past month, then
I can offer no other," writes a Southern missionary.
"No complaints, however, about the weather," he adds, " for I shall not soon forget a little rebuke.
I received a short time ago while stopping to warm, and take shelter from a storm in a freedman's humble home.
"'What a dreadful day this is!' escaped my lips, as I greeted old Aunt Judy, on entering her cabin door.
"Bress de Lord, honey,' said she, 'don't ebery t'ing come from de Lord? Den if ye is a Christon, de wedder is good 'nuff for ye; and if ye ain't no Christon, de wedder is more'n too good for ye.'
"The harder it rained, the louder did Aunt Judy sing, T'ank de Lord for ebery t'ing!' "After a while the storm ceased, and with thanks for her kindness, I put a few dimes into the hand of the pious old woman to help her get a pair of winter shoes, and said Good-by, Aunt Judy; your short sermon is well worth a collection.' Soon the cabin-door was out of sight, but my pathway seemed to grow brighter, and de wedder' has been good 'nfiff' ever since."
—S. S. Union Records.