At the service there was another worshipper, a sturdy boy of fourteen, who slept composedly all through the exhortation.

If any boy should feel gratitude towards the kind missionaries it is he.

They have reared him from the most degraded poverty, have taught him to read and write, and are now on the eve of apprenticing him to a carpenter.

He was a beggar boy, the son of a professional beggar, who, with unkempt hair and in rags and filth, used to shamble through the streets gathering reluctant alms.

The father died, and some friends would have sold his son to pay the expenses of his burial; but the missionaries intervened and, to save the son from slavery, buried his father.