"The experience of yearning over this orphan boy moved our hearts to speak of Jesus, who bore with such long-suffering love our own rebelliousness ere we came to Him." The story has been told before of the first poor girl rescued in the East of London through Miss Macpherson's blessed agency, one whose father had died suddenly of cholera, whose mother had thrown herself into a canal, and, though rescued, had been, through drink, a source of misery to her children. The eldest brother [Footnote: This boy, now a shoemaker, has written asking to be allowed to have one of the lads, as an apprentice.] of this poor girl, about sixteen years of age, had been brought out the previous year to Canada, and appearing one day at Marchmont, I thought from his looks and dress that he was one of the farmers' sons come to engage a boy, little thinking that so short a time had passed since he was destitute as the poorest among them. In England we are so accustomed to the sorrowful sight of neglected children, it can hardly be imagined by us how such a fact strikes a Canadian. Often have I seen the tears in the eyes of the farmers at the sight of little ones brought so far to seek a home at such an early age. This was especially the case with regard to little Annie referred to in the following lines, the youngest of three sisters left motherless in a workhouse. When I last saw this little sufferer health and strength had been given to her, and she was the pet of all in a home of comfort. "OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES AND SUCKLINGS." "From the mouths of babes and sucklings," Was the Psalmist's grateful word, "Thou hast perfected Thy praises," And I thank Thee, gracious Lord. And e'en yet from infant voices Words of wondrous meaning fall, And the Christian's heart rejoices, For he knows his Father's call. Little Annie sat beside me, Smiles upon her baby face; Early sorrow, early suffering, On her cheek had left their trace. Little feet, too weak to wander Where the merry children play; 'Neath the flickering aspen shadows, By broad Quinte's sunny bay. Thoughts of pitying love came thronging As I thought how Jesus came; How He blessed the little children, How He healed the sick and lame. So I asked the little maiden, "Annie, Jesus cares for you-- If we saw Him now beside us, Can you think what He would do?" Strangely solemn, seemed the answer, (Listen, sisters o'er the sea); "Jesus, just to you would give me, And would bid you care for me." English sisters, rich and gifted! Ask your hearts, Can this be true? Christ hath many a homeless orphan, Is He saying this to you? "Take this child and nurse it for Me?" Will you dare to say Him nay? Dare to let His children perish, Or in evil paths to stray? If too stately are your dwellings, Send them hither, let them come; In our fair Canadian homesteads, Gladly we will make them room.