ning can I see him?" asked Ethel lifting her eyes, half
blinded by tears, to the man's face.

"Yes; I think I can say yes," was the reply.

"How soon?"

"Come at ten o'clock."

"You'll let me call and ask about him this evening, won't you?"

"Oh yes, and you will get a good report, I am sure."

The care and help and wise consideration received in the Home by Mr.
Ridley, while passing through the awful stages of his mania, had
probably saved his life. The fits of frenzy were violent, so
overwhelming him with phantom terrors that in his wild and desperate
struggles to escape the fangs of serpents and dragons and the horrid
crew of imaginary demons that crowded his room and pressed madly upon
him he would, but for the restraint to which he was subjected, have
thrown himself headlong from a window or bruised and broken himself
against the wall.

It was the morning of the second day after Mr. Ridley entered the Home.
He had so far recovered as to be able to sit up in his room, a clean
and well ventilated apartment, neatly furnished and with an air of home
comfort about it. Two or three pictures hung on the walls, one of them
representing a father sitting with a child upon each knee and the happy
mother standing beside them. He had looked at this picture until his
eyes grew dim. Near it was an illuminated text: "WITHOUT ME YE CAN DO
NOTHING."

There came, as he sat gazing at the sweet home-scene, the beauty and
tenderness of which had gone down into his heart, troubling its waters
deeply, a knock at the door. Then the matron, accompanied by one of the
lady managers of the institution, came in and made kind inquiries as to
his condition. He soon saw that this lady was a refined and cultivated
Christian woman, and it was not long before he felt himself coming
under a new influence and all the old desires and purposes long ago
cast away warming again into life and gathering up their feeble
strength.

Gradually the lady led him on to talk to her of himself as he would
have talked to his mother or his sister. She asked him of his family,
and got the story of his bereavement, his despair and his helplessness.
Then she sought to inspire him with new resolutions, and to lead him to
make a new effort.

"I will be a man again," he exclaimed, at last, rising to this
declaration under the uplifting and stimulating influences that were
around him.

Then the lady answered him in a low, earnest, tender voice that
trembled wi