Where should he go?
What could he do?
Who would give employment to an object like him?
The odds were fearfully against him--no, not that, either.

In outward respects, fearful enough were the odds, but on the other side agencies invisible to mortal sight were organizing for his safety.

In to his purpose to lead a new life and help a poor homeless child God's strength was flowing.

Angels were drawing near to a miserable wreck of humanity with hands outstretched to save.

All heaven was coming to the rescue.
He was shuffling along in the direction of a market-house, hoping to earn a little by carrying home baskets, when he came face to face with an old friend of his better days, a man with whom he had once held close business relations.
"Mr.Hall!" exclaimed this man in a tone of sorrowful surprise, stopping and looking at him with an expression of deepest pity on his countenance.