Come with me this beautiful Sunday morning. Join with me and this faithful band of young workers from various denominations, in the nine o'clock services, and satisfy yourself as to the good they, by the grace of God, are able to accomplish. Good morning, gate-keeper. Have the rest of the band arrived yet? Yes? Then we'll pass in. We enter the beautifully laid-out grounds surrounding the women's quarters. What lovely lawns! What a variety of fragrant flowers! But we must hurry, for we can not afford to miss the services. We ascend the long flight of steps and are now greeted by the superintendent and his wife, the matron. Next we traverse a long, wide hallway. Turning to the left, we mount a few steps, and then come up against a solid iron double door. Through an aperture in one side of it we get a glimpse of the throng within. The door is unlocked for our admission, and, passing through, we find ourselves facing anywhere from forty to sixty girls and women, for the most part neatly attired in dark blue-print gowns. "What a heterogeneous gathering we are confronting! Some look so refined; doubtless they are from the better walks of life. Why are they here?" For offenses of various kinds too numerous to mention. "That dignified, white-haired woman, third row on our left?" Ask me about her later on. I will tell you on our way home. "That pretty fair-haired girl about sixteen?" Vagrancy. Her sentence expires in two weeks. We're trying to persuade her to come to our home, because her own is undesirable. Both of her parents drink; her older sister has taken the downward course and refuses all our overtures; and her two brothers are constantly in drunken bouts and then imprisoned. "That old, old woman; what of her?" She's awaiting her trial for malpractice. She'll probably have to serve time in San Quentin penitentiary. But I'll tell you more by and by. Brother Edstrom of the Y. M. C. A. speaks--"Let us all heartily join in singing, 'Pass me not, O gentle Savior,' Gospel Hymns No. 27." How they sing! and what beautiful voices some of the prisoners have! "Brother St. John, will you lead in prayer?" [Illustration: SHEET MUSIC STILL NEARER Words and music by Mrs. FLORENCE ROBERTS (Illustration: music) 1. Oh, help me live near thee, my Savior, Oh, keep thou me 2. I love thee, my Fa--ther, and Sav--ior, For what thou hast (Illustration: music) close by my side; I need thee, Lord, dai--ly and hour--ly, done for me; Me, one of the great-est of sin-ners, (Illustration: music) My Coun-sel-or and my Guide. I can--not have thee too I mar--vel, such welcome from thee! Won-der--ful con-quest o'er (Illustration: music) near me, Ei-ther by day or by night; For when thou art nigh the Sa-tan's Al--lur--ing paths of sin; My Sav-ior, to thee the (Illustration: music)