I saw a sad case yesterday; a collier--a fine broad-chested fellow about thirty--was killed by the falling of a wall in the Paddiford colliery.

I was in one of the cottages near, when they brought him home on a door, and the shriek of the wife has been ringing in my ears ever since.

There are three little children.

Happily the woman has her loom, so she will be able to keep out of the workhouse; but she looks very delicate.' 'Give me her name, Mr.Tryan,' said Mr.Jerome, drawing out his pocket-book.

'I'll call an' see her.' Deep was the fountain of pity in the good old man's heart! He often ate his dinner stintingly, oppressed by the thought that there were men, women, and children, with no dinner to sit down to, and would relieve his mind by going out in the afternoon to look for some need that he could supply, some honest struggle in which he could lend a helping hand.