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There’s Help at Hand. Wolds by Mrs Sewell. 1 The j?irl played with the broken chair 2 ‘ Mother, who is the blessed Lord ? ’ 3 Come, let us kneel and say the words 4 ‘ Susie, my child, wake up, wake up ’ 5 Through many a mile of street they wind 6 And cottage gardens full of flowers 7 ‘ We never give to strolling tramps^ 8 At last they came upon a wood 9 And looked around—but all in vain 10 With curious steps she ventured near 11 ‘ And that must be the Lord again ’ (Repeat 8) Upon their unknown road again 12 They knelt upon the bare roadside 13 Into a kitchen large and clean 14 ‘ And did you never go to school ? ’ 15 He read about the prodigal lO She looked up at the kindly face 17 How pleasant was that cheerful toil 18 She sought the blessed Lord alone 19 She tossed the hat up in the air (Repeat 15) The master sat with open book 20 It was a pretty rural lane 21 And tossed the berries ail away 22 She found Madge in an evil mood 23 ‘ Might they nurse Madge ? they’d be so glad * (Repeat 22) ‘ Who’s there ? ’ said Madge, ‘ there’s someone there ’ 24 And then she dropped upon her knee 25 ‘ But Madge, I love you dearly now ’ 26 Her spirit went forth in the night 27 ‘ And they have neither home nor friends ’ 28 And in that pretty lodge they dwelt The Newsboy’s Debt. From the “ Child’s Companion,” 1878, by permission. 1 I saw a tiny ill-clad boy—one of the thousands that we meet 2 Then started as I touched his arm 3 So, with a half-unconscious sigh, I sought my office desk again 4 An urchin entered, barely seven—the same Scotch face, the same blue eyes 5 It’s only fit to sell for rags, but then, you know, it’s all he had 6 I thought him smiling in his.sleep, arid scarce believed her when she said The Dog of St. Bernard. From the “Child’s Companion,” 1878, by permission. 1 They tell that on St. Bernard’s mount where holy monks abide 2 Onward he pressed, yet many an hour he had not tasted food 3 For now he listens— and anon he scents the distant breeze 4 When he sees extended on the snow—the wanderer- found at last 5 With sudden fear he seized the gun that rested on his arm 6 Enough of parting life remained his errand to fulfil 7 Tracing the dog’s footsteps in the snow the traveller reached the convent