led mind, he started to his feet
crying out: "O, what a mighty Saviour! Bless Him, bless Him, for He died
for me!" The workers gathered round in silent joy as the shout of a King
rang through the place; but Margaret fell upon her knees and broke into
praise that was surely no faint echo of the exulting song which pealed
through the courts of heaven as the glad tidings were proclaimed of
another soul new-born into the liberty of the sons of God.

"Ah, my dear," said Richard to his wife, as late at night they sat
together in their home: "I've been a brute to you and the children; but,
God helping me, I'll make amends."

"Don't trust to yourself, Richard, my dear; you'll get plenty of chaff
from your mates, and plenty of temptation from within, and you must look
for help to Him who's got all needful strength and grace for you,"
replied Margaret, as they sat and talked with one another far on into
the early morning.

* * * * *

"I say, nurse, can't you give this 'ere feller a sleepin' draught, or
summat as will keep his mouth shut for a spell? There's no such thing as
gettin' a wink o' sleep with him a shoutin' 'glory' all the time," said
a rough man who was occupying one of the beds in the infirmary.

"Poor fellow! it's a wonder to me how he can bear so much suffering and
never open his lips to complain," answered the nurse, turning her kindly
eyes towards the adjoining bed, where lay Richard Seymour, wasted by the
ravages of a sore disease, doubtless the result of early excess and long
years of intemperance. After witnessing a good confession of his faith
before ungodly companions, and for his Master's sake enduring scorn and
persecution nobly, he had suddenly been laid low on the bed of death.

"You needn't make any wonder of it, nurse," he answered; "I don't feel
as if I could grumble at my pain when my blessed Lord suffered on the
cross for me--praise His dear name!"

"Queer kind of a chap, ain't he?" said the man who had first spoken,
moving uneasily in his bed.

"Ay, Jim, I wish you knew what it was to feel 'queer' after the same
fashion. You may if you like, you know; the same mercy's for you as for
me, and O, mates!" said Richard, looking round upon the rows of faces
that were turned towards him; "it may be 'queer;' but it's worth while
havin' somethin' that will make you so happy when you come to face
death, that you can't sleep for thinkin' of the blessed Saviour, and how
H