"
Just then the "lifer" looked up. His figure straightened, for he had
recognized the clergyman. His eyes shone.
"Do you know me?" he said. "Will He come soon? I've tried to be good."
At a single word of sympathy the life had been transformed, the convict
redeemed.--_Selected_.
A Friend
A friend--how much it means
To be so true
In all we do
That others speak of us as such,
And call us by that noble name.
A friend--how much it means
To have a friend
Who'll gladly lend
A helping hand to help us on
When weary seems the path we tread.
A friend--may we be such to Christ,
Who gladly gave,
Our lives to save.
His life a willing sacrifice,
And showed himself a friend of men.
E. C. JAEGER
THE SADDEST OF INDIA'S PICTURES (1912)
I saw a sad little picture when I was at the hills; it haunts me even now.
It was a sight that should be seen; for words convey very little idea of
the pathos of the scene. We were walking through the thick jungle on the
hillside when on the narrow path we saw a little procession wending its way
toward us.
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