The story of the writings of Mrs. Carrie Ellis Breck, who spent her girlhood days on her father’s fruit farm in New Jersey, was related by A. L. Lawson in _The Christian Herald_. From that article the following is taken: “Perhaps the experience that touched her most deeply of all, and the one she most treasures, is that of the time when a poor condemned man, sentenced to be hanged, asked that her hymn, ‘Face to Face with Christ My Saviour,’ be sung before his execution. As the doomed wretch was led out, and looked for the last time upon what was left him of the world, there came to him the sweet words of her hymn— ‘Face to face with Christ my Saviour, Face to face, how can it be, When with rapture I behold Him, Jesus Christ, Who died for me? Face to face shall I behold Him Far beyond the starry sky; Face to face in all His glory, I shall see Him by and by!’”[17] The pathos of the situation is recounted by a prison chaplain in England who tells of Hymns Selected by Prisoners This chaplain, the Rev. G. A. Metcalfe, found men confined for various crimes. One was convicted of murder, but his sentence of death had been commuted to penal servitude. During the first service this murderer sat alone on the front seat. “There were hardened criminals behind, and here and there some mothers’ lads with fine faces and soulful eyes glistening with tears.” After his address he asked the prisoners to select two or three hymns. One was “Jesus Is Tenderly Calling” and they sang it with the utmost fervor. Then a young fellow called out his choice and there was a sob in the voices as they sang: “Holy Father, in Thy mercy, Hear our anxious prayer: Keep our loved ones, now far absent, ’Neath Thy care.” An experience of the days before prohibition was recorded in _The Youth’s Companion_, when Judge and Criminals Listened To “The Holy City” Thirty men, red-eyed and disheveled, lined up before a judge of the San Francisco police court. It was the regular morning company of “drunks and disorderlies.” Just as the momentary disorder attending the bringing in of the prisoners quieted down, a strange thing happened. A strong, clear voice from below began singing: “Last night I lay a-sleeping, There came a dream so fair.” Last night! It had been for them all a nightmare or a drunken stupor. The song was such a contrast to the horrible fact that no one could fail of a sudden shock at the thought the song suggested. “I stood in old Jerusalem, Beside the temple there,” the song went on. The judge had paused. He made a quiet inquiry. A former member of a famous opera company, known all over the country, was awaiting trial for forgery. It was he who was singing in his cell. Meantime the song went on, and every man on the line showed emotion. At length, one man protested.