SOME little while ago, a lady entered a small stationer’s shop in an out-of-the-way village, and asked for a cardboard box in which to send some flowers to a friend in London. The shopkeeper, who happened to be busy, hastily turned out some boxes, and, finding an empty one, gave it to the lady and thought no more of it. About two months afterward the lady again entered the shop, and recalled the circumstance to the shopkeeper’s remembrance. She said that in the box was a gospel paper, and thinking that the picture upon it might please the child of the friend to whom she was sending the flowers, she let it remain in the box. She added that her friend, in writing to thank her for the flowers, said she could not tell how thankful she was for the gospel paper. For a long time past she had been troubled about her soul, and could not shake off her despondency; indeed, so troubled did she grow that her husband was much disturbed at her melancholy. The picture attracted her attention, and she read the paper it illustrated, and by it God showed to her that what she needed had been accomplished for her, that the work of Christ on the cross had procured pardon and forgiveness. She was led to believe on Jesus, and now rejoices in Him and His blood. S. P.