"You may keep the silver trowel," Mr. Moody said; "this one is good enough for me."

Mr. Moody used to tell of how he earned his first money by driving the neighbors' cows to and from pasture at two cents a day. When he was eight years old a man who owned a mortgage on his mother's little farm came to the house one day and told the widow that she must pay the mortgage or get out of the house. The poor woman was sick at the time. She turned over in the bed and prayed that God would help her. Then she wrote to her brother, and he helped her by paying the interest on the mortgage for several years. At last, by economy and industry, the family was able to clear off the mortgage and retain the home. Many years afterward, by God's blessing, young Dwight was able to secure the farm belonging to the man who had once held the mortgage, and on that farm is now located the school of Mount Hermon, established for the education of young men.

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At the age of nineteen young Moody left the farm and went to Boston, where he entered a shoe store owned by his uncle. In Boston he was converted through the preaching of Dr. Kirk, at the Mount Vernon Church. After remaining in Boston for some time, Moody went to Chicago, where he found employment in a shoe store owned by a Mr. Henderson. made a good record in business, and sold more shoes than any other clerk in the establishment. And whenever Mr. Henderson heard of the failure of any of his customers in the towns about Chicago, he would always send Moody to collect the debts, as he invariably arrived there ahead of all other creditors.

While he was thus engaged Mr. Moody did not lose zeal in religious matters. He was very active in the work of the Young Men's Christian Association, and was soon elected president of the branch located at Farwell Hall. He also became much interested in Sunday-school work, hiring a saloon for use on Sundays.

In his Sunday-school was a wicked and unruly young man, who constantly disturbed the exercises. Mr. Moody remonstrated with him a number of times, but to no avail. Finally, taking the young man into an adjoining room, he gave him a severe chastising. When Moody returned, flushed with excitement, he said to his assistant superintendent: "I think I have saved that young man." And truly he had, for from that time the young disturber became an earnest Christian, and was one of Moody's warmest and best supporters for many years. Mr. Moody's Sunday-school work grew until he had one of the largest schools in Chicago, in what was known as the Illinois Street Church. There I joined him in 1871, acting as his chorister until we went to England in 1873, after which we continued to work together for about a quarter of a century. Mr. Moody was not a singer, and could not have raised a tune had his life depended upon it, although he was very fond of singing and used the service of praise more extensively and successfully than any other man in the nineteenth century.

Dwight L. Moody was the greatest and noblest man I have ever known. His strongest characteristic was common sense. The poor heard him gladly, as they did his Master of old; the rich and learned were

charmed by his simple, earnest words. He wi only be remembered for his extended evang work, but also for the two noble schools whic founded.

Those schools at Northfield and Mount He Massachusetts, originated in this way: One day, the year 1880, Mr. Moody drove up into the mour near his mother's home. Stopping at a much d dated farmhouse, he hitched his horse to the and went in. The man of the family was sick in the mother and two daughters were making straw by which to support the family. Moody said to t

"What are you going to do? This old fa worn out and unable to maintain your family."

The girls answered that if they could obta education in some way they might be able to money for the support of their parents.

"Well, let us pray about it," said Moody. the prayer he gave them a little money, got int carriage, and started back down the mountain to village. I met him on his return, and he said to "I have made up my mind to start a school for girls in New England. If you are willing, we wil the committee which has charge of the royalty rece on our hymn-books to devote the income from source to start the erection of buildings."

To this I heartily agreed, and this was the be ning of the now famous Northfield schools. The students in the school were the poor girls who making the straw hats. The story of these girls, and of Mr. Moody's visit to them, I told s years afterward to a number of summer guests at I

Mohonk. The proprietor of the hotel, Mr. Smiley, being much impressed, took his hat and collected among the guests $1,500 for the school. On receiving the offering next day, Moody said to me that it was the most providential thing, as they were just that amount short in making up the annual accounts of the school.

Some time after the establishment of the girls' school a wealthy gentleman from New Haven was visiting Northfield. Seeing the good work done there for the girls, he asked Mr. Moody why he did not do the same thing for the boys of New England. Mr. Moody replied that he would be very glad to do so if he had the money.

"I will give $25,000 to commence with," said the old, white-haired man.

The offer was gladly accepted. It was this money which Mr. Moody used for buying the farm of the man who had ordered his widowed mother from her home. On this farm, situated two miles from the girls' school, across the Connecticut River, are now located five or six large buildings, in which young men from all over the world are educated. About a thousand students attend the schools every year. One hundred dollars a year is charged for each student, but pupils are expected to do whatever work they can to help along.

After forty-four years of faithful and consecrated labor for his Master, Mr. Moody passed on to his reward December 22, 1899.

I. D. S.

EFORE sending forth this book on mission I wish to express my than fulness to Almighty God for havi permitted me to live, move and have r being; for the promise which he hath giv of eternal life through his name; and for t confidence that I shall be with him by and in the land where there is no more pai sorrow or death, and where he shall wipe a tears from our eyes.

My three latest favorite songs, "Hidin in Thee," "There'll be no Dark Valley and "Saved by Grace," besides the old fami iar "Ninety and Nine," are herewith r produced, as an appropriate closing for th autobiographical sketch.

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