ormed drunkards, converted the irreligious, shut the mouth of the
swearer, and have brought peace to more than one heart. The work is done
so silently and unpretendingly that few but those engaged in it know how
great are its effects. They are encouraged by the evidences which they
have, and continue their work gladly.

Thanks to the Missionaries, many of the deserving poor have been brought
under the constant care of the Mission Establishments, from which they
receive the assistance they need. Yet there are many who cannot be
reached, or at least cannot be aided effectively. The officers of the
Howard Mission relate many touching incidents of the suffering that has
come under their notice.

There was among the inmates of the Mission, about a year ago, a girl
named Rose ---. She was ten years old, and was so lame that she was
unable to walk without crutches. When she became old enough to do
anything, her mother, a drunken and depraved woman, sent her on the
streets to sweep the crossings and beg. She managed to secure a little
money, which she invested in "songs." She paid three-quarters of a cent
for each "song," and sold them at a cent apiece. With her earnings she
supported her mother. Their home was the back room of a cellar, into
which no light ever shone, and their bed was a pile of rags. To reach
this wretched spot, the little girl was compelled to pass through the
front cellar, which was one of the vilest and most disgusting dens in the
city.

The mother at length fell ill, and the child in despair applied to the
Howard Mission for aid, which she received. Food and clothing were given
to the mother, but they were of little use to her, as she died within two
days. The breath had scarcely left her body, when the wretches who
occupied the outer cellar stripped her of all her clothing, and left her
naked. She was wrapped in an old sheet, put into a pine box, nailed up
and buried in the potter's field, without the pretence of a funeral.

The little girl, now left alone, succeeded in obtaining some sewing. She
worked on one occasion from Tuesday until Saturday, making eleven dozen
leaves for trimming ladies' velvet cloaks. She furnished her own thread,
and paid her own car fare. She received eight cents a dozen for the
leaves, or eighty-eight cents in all, or less than the thread and car
fare had actually cost her. The officers of the Howard Mission now came
to her aid, and gave her a home in thei