he sees,
perhaps, amid his rags, a neatly-sewed patch, or notes that his naked
feet are too white for a "bummer." He takes him to the inner office. "My
boy! Where do you live? Where's your father?"

"Please, sir, I don't live nowhere, and I hain't got no father, and me
mither is dead!" Then follows a long and touching story of his
orphanage, the tears flowing down his cheeks. The bystanders are almost
melted themselves. Not so Mr. Macy. Grasping the boy by the shoulder,
"Where's your mother, I say?" "Oh, dear, I'm a poor orphant, and I
hain't got no mither!" "Where is your _mother_, I say? Where do you
live? I give you just three minutes to tell, and then, if you do not, I
shall hand you over to that officer!" The lad yields; his true story is
told, and a runaway restored to his family.

In the midst of his highest discouragements at Cottage Place, Mr. Macy
frequently had some characteristic story of his "lambs" to refresh him
in his intervals of rest And some peculiar exhibition of mischief or
wickedness always seemed to act as a kind of tonic on him and restore
his spirits.

I shall not forget the cheerfulness with which he related one day that,
after having preached with great unction the Sunday previous on
"stealing," he came back the next and discovered that a private room in
the building, which he only occasionally used, had been employed by the
boys for some time as a receptacle for stolen goods!

On another occasion, he had held forth with peculiar "liberty" on the
sin of thieving, and, when he sat down almost exhausted, discovered, to
his dismay, that his hat had been stolen! But, knowing that mischief was
at the bottom, and that a crowd of young "roughs" were outside waiting
to see him go home bareheaded, he said nothing of his loss, but procured
a cap and quietly walked away.

I think the contest of wits among them--they for mischief and
disturbance, and he to establish order and get control over them--gave a
peculiar zest to his religious labors, which he would not have had in
calmer scenes and more regular services. If they put pepper on the
stove, he endured it much longer than they could, and kept them until
they were half suffocated; and when they barricaded the door outside, he
protracted the devotional exercises or varied them with a "magic
lantern," to give time for forcing the door, and an orderly exit. [Mr.
Macy, on one occasion, on a bitter winter day, found the lock of the
room picked and t