The back thought in my mind is always you.

After that only one old man came to visit me.
I had seen him in the streets often; he always wore very dirty black clothes, and a hat with crepe round it, and he had one eye, so I noticed him.

One day he came to my room with a subscription-list for a minister's salary.

When I said I had nothing to give he looked at me with his one eye.
"'Young man,' he said, 'how is it I never see you in the house of the Lord ?' I thought he was trying to do good, so I felt sorry for him, and I told him I never went to chapel.

'Young man,' he said, 'it grieves me to hear such godless words from the lips of one so young--so far gone in the paths of destruction.