Poor Mrs. Newton clasped her skinny arms, and looked up, and prayedlike the disciples, "Lord, increase our faith!"

"Eh!" exclaimed she, afterwards, "is it not strange that we can trust ourLord and Saviour with the care of our souls for eternity, and wecannot trust Him with that of our bodies for a day."

Well! this was poor Mrs. Newton's state on that day, when thegentleman gave Fanny the half-sovereign instead of sixpence, for herflowers.