Send him to Mr.---, and he will be kind to him, as he has been to me.

He is a wild boy, but I hope he will be brought to think about his soul in time.
Those naughty, wicked boys teach him to swear and fight, and run after all manner of evil.

Lord, help him to flee from the wrath to come!" I made a sign to the boy to listen to what his sister said concerning him.

He seemed to hear with attention, and a tear dropped down his cheek.
"Ay, Jenny, it is to be hoped he will, and that we shall all likewise." "Mother, then you must flee to Christ.

Nothing you can do will save you without that.