The sisters, conscious of the public gaze, stood with downcast eyes, their faces framed in grotesque poke-bonnets.
The Captain, a man of fifty, with the knotty, misshapen hands of a workman, stepped into the centre of the ring, took off his cap, and began to speak.
"Oh friends, we 'ave met 'ere again tonight to inquire after the safety of yer everlastin' souls.

Yer pass by, thinkin' only of yer idle pleasures, w'en at any moment yer might be called to judgment by 'Im Who made us all equal in 'Is eyes.

Yer pass by without 'earin' the sweet voice of Jesus callin' on yer to be saved this very minit.

For 'E is callin' yer to come an' be saved an' find salvation, as 'E called me many years ago.

I was then like yerselves, full of wickedness, an gloryin' in sin.