The hand of the Ancient Master was visible in that pallid face; those sunken eyes, so full of deathly langour, seemed to be wandering about in dim, flickering gazes, upon the confines of an unknown world.

I think that woman will soon be "where the weary are at rest." As we came out, she said, slowly, and in broken, painful utterances, that "she hoped the Lord would open the heavens for those who had helped them." A little lower down the court, we peeped in at two other doorways.

The people were well known to my companion, who has the charge of visiting this part of the ward.
Leaning against the door-cheek of one of these dim, unwholesome hovels, he said, "Well, missis; how are you getting on ?" There was a tall, thin woman inside.

She seemed to be far gone in some exhausting illness.

With slow difficulty she rose to her feet, and, setting her hands to her sides, gasped out, "My coals are done." He made a note, and said, I'll send you some more." Her other wants were regularly seen to on a certain day every week.