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and a sob, “I will, sir.” The circumstance
had almost been forgotten by the speaker,
when one day crossing the Royal Exchange
his attention was attracted to a merry,
laughing-faced shoeblack boy, who, whilst
shouting out the well-known “Clean your
boots, sir?” exhibited sundry signs of
recognition. “Don’t you know me, sir?
Please, sir, 1’m Jim!” “Jim? Jim who?”
“Why, sir, don’t you remember under the
lamp-post that night I was one of the coves
that began to love Jesus? and I’ve been
loving Him and asking Him to help me
ever since; and He has done that. I’ve
got into the shoeblack brigade, and means
to work hard, I does.” Poor though he was,
the lad in his simple faith was rich.

A collier boy with many others was
caught & in a mine: the water had broken in,

sfi@echad to take shelter in an old

yorking. ’’ When the bodies were found,
this boy’s candle-box was found scratched
upon with a pin: “ We are praying and
singing, and expect soon to be in glory.”
Poor men !—nay, rich men!—sudden death!
sudden glory !

 
  

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