I could have bought it, but I did not." "Why ?" "I said, 'God being my helper, I will be a man again,' and I am trying." "Andrew Hall," said his old friend, solemnly, as he laid his hand on his shoulder, "if you are really in earnest--if you do mean, in the help of God, to try--all will be well.

But in his help alone is there any hope.
Have you seen Mr.Paulding ?" "No." "Why not ?" "He has no faith in me.

I have deceived him too often." "What ground of faith is there now ?" asked Mr.Graham.
"This," was the firm but hastily spoken answer.

"Last night as I sat in the gloom of my dreary hovel, feeling so wretched that I wished I could die, a little child came in--a poor, motherless, homeless wanderer, almost a baby--and crept down to my heart, and he is lying there still, Mr.Graham, soft, and warm and precious, a sweet burden to bear.

I bought him a supper and a breakfast of bread and milk with the money, I had saved for drink, and now, both for his sake and mine, I am out seeking for work.