t the sentinel. So she told him her story, and the tears
ran down his cheeks, and he let her pass. But the next trouble was how
to get past the secretary and the other officials. However, she
succeeded in getting, unobstructed, into his private room, and there
were the senators and ministers busy with State affairs. The President
saw the child, and called her to him, and said, "My child, what can I
do for you?" and she told him her story. The big tears rolled down his
cheeks. He was a father, and his heart was full; he could not stand
it. He treated the girl with kindness, and then having reprieved the
boy, gave him thirty days furlough, and sent him home to see his
mother. His heart was full of compassion.

And, let me tell you, Christ's heart is more full of compassion than
any man's. You are condemned to die for your sins; but if you come to
Him He will say, "Loose him, and let him go" (John xi.). He will
rebuke Satan, and the dead shall live. Go to Him as that little girl
went to the President, and tell Him all; keep nothing from Him, and He
will say, "Go in peace."

THE TOUCH OF COMPASSION.

Let me ask the poor backslider, Did you ever feel the touch of the
hand of Jesus? If so, you will know it again, for there is love in it.
There is a story told in connection with our war of a mother who
received a despatch that her boy was mortally wounded. She went down
to the front, as she knew that those soldiers told to watch the sick
and wounded could not watch her boy as she would. So she went to the
doctor, and said, "Would you like me to take care of my boy?" The
doctor said, "We have just let him go to sleep, and if you go to him
the surprise will be so great it might be dangerous to him. He is in a
very critical state. I will break the news to him gradually." "But,"
said the mother, "he may never wake up. I should so dearly like to see
him." Oh, how she longed to see him! and finally the doctor said, "You
can see him, but if you wake him up and he dies, it will be your
fault." "Well," she said, "I will not wake him up if I may only go by
his dying cot and see him." Well, she went to the side of the cot. Her
eyes had longed to see him; and as she gazed upon him she could not
keep her hand off that pallid forehead, and she laid it gently there.
There was love and sympathy in that hand, and the moment the
slumbering boy felt it, he said, "Oh, mother, have you come?" He knew
there was sympathy and affection in the touc