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153 55 10 Charles, I feel that I hare not long to live’ 11 ‘ See, my boy. how bright it shines, how beautiful its lustre ’ 12 ‘Then kneeling down by that beloved form, still and silent in death 13 * Well, then, I shan’t come home, my young peecock, so there’ 14 ‘ Curse you, Sam Jones, if it had not been for you I should never have been a drunkard ’ 15 ‘ Mrs Staines, please remember he is my father, and was the husband of my sainted m.other ’ 16 ‘ Father, do not get up yet; at least have this cup of tea first ’ 17 ‘ My poor wife, my true and faithful Mary, 0 Charles, I am a great sinner * 18 ‘ Oh I do not yield to this temptation, father; it is Satan tempting you that he may destroy body and soul’ 19 Charles sat for some time in painful reflection, how could his father be so cruel and heartless 20 Charles found little Nell in her favourite spot, basking in the warmth of the sun that she felt but could not see 21 Very reverently and gently did Birdie’s hand trace the outline of those beloved features 22 ‘ Charles,’ enquired Nelly, as they sat by tbe fireside, ‘ when is father coming home ?’ 23 Charles at last found his father at the Peacock. He was drunk, very drunk 24 ‘ My business here is to take car© of my father, who is evidently not able to take care of himself ’ 25 The next day they buried Mary Challoner 26 The letter seemed to cause Mr. Causton some anxiety 27 * Jt is the old story,’ replied Mr. Robbins—‘ Drink ’ 28 ‘ Will you please come to the Peacock at once sir, poor Johnson has cut his throat ’ 29 As Charles looked at the child, be wondered who could help loving her 30 And laying her hand very gently on his arm, said ‘ Oh, you will give up the drink, won’t you, father ?’ 31 Mrs. Staines’ love and care for the comfort of liitle Nell was visible in her every action 32 And little Nell was delighted when he,placed it to her ear. and she could hear Us tic, tic, tic 33 There, reeling from one side to the other, was John Challon er 34 Poor Charles lay senseless and inanimate, felled by tbe hand of his own father 35 Then Charles turned in his bed and prayed 36 ‘Be fore we respond to the toast I should like to say a word ’ 37 ‘Little Nell sat there, with a quiet, peaceful look upon her face 38 Come closer, father, as I want to speak to you * 39 ‘ You will sign the pledge, father, won’t you, for her sake * 40 He took no nutice of his son’s entrance into the room (Reading No. 63, Horner’s Penny Stories for the Peeple) “ LOST GIF ; ” A Service of Sacred Song compiled by J Martin, from the popular story by MIbs H esba Stretton, by permission. 1 It was in one of those close, pent-up alleys in the east of London 2 He trod cautiously downstairs with it in his arms 3 He sat down with it in his lap, in a costermonger’s barrow 4 Beseeching them to buy a box of fusees 6 One rainy day, Sandy came home with his damp fusee boxes 6 ‘ Where’s Gip ? * he cried, ‘ Mother, what have you done with my little Gip ? ’ 7 He examined his mother’s pockets, and found that every penny was spent 8 He crept out into the quiet alley* shouting ‘ Gip ! Gip ! ’ up every archway and passage