' Only with tears could we
hear such a tale. No other response would come as we took in the
picture; and it did not mend our sorrow when she added, 'There were
thousands such as these.'" Oh, the _intense_ longing that her
voice could reach to those drawing-rooms yonder! Will not the echo of
it, coming in this form, cause some, not in imagination merely, but
in reality, to "come and see?" Climb the dark stair, and hear for
yourself these melting stories, which will fill your heart with pity,
and not leave you wondering what will interest next. What a
privilege, yea, high honour, it is to be allowed to take messages for
Jesus! It was stated lately in a crowded gathering of six thousand,
as the misery of the poor was dwelt on, that if God were to ask the
angels in heaven if any were willing to spend fifty or a hundred
years down here to befriend some? little shoeless, homeless boy, for
whom no Christian was caring, to tell him of Jesus, and lead him to
heaven, 'why, in three minutes,' were the burning words, 'I don't
believe there'd be an angel left within the pearly gates.'"
"My Father worketh hitherto, and I work." That which is called the
day of rest, is at the Home of Industry one of varied and incessant
labour; one day may serve as a specimen.
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