Dr. R. J. Campbell tells a touching story about a mother and her only child whose request was “Sing, Muzzer, Sing” This young English mother made a living for herself and child by singing in the concert halls of London, and so at night she was compelled to leave him while meeting her engagements. One night she had a foreboding of evil but she had to keep her appointment. The rapture of the crowds and the encores were nothing to her as on this night she hurried back to the lad. She took him up in her arms and held him as if he could never slip away. But he was dying, and his broken words were, “Sing, muzzer, sing.” What an ordeal! But she responded. Her clear sweet voice broke upon the hush of that tenement room in the words of the matchless hymn of the children: “I think when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men; How He called little children like lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with Him then.” Another hymn made a moving impression upon a large congregation when Children Sang of the Love of Jesus A group of fresh-air children from New York City were being entertained at East Northfield, the home of the schools established by D. L. Moody. One Sunday, sitting in a body in the great auditorium, they were presented to the audience, and then invited to the platform to sing for the assembled company. The little folks marched to the front of the building, faced the many hundreds of people, and gleefully sang: “I am so glad that our Father in heaven Tells of His love in the Book He has given, Wonderful things in the Bible I see; This is the dearest, that Jesus loves me.” Children of parents who came from many different nations across the Atlantic, living amid hard conditions in the great city of New York, life had not afforded them much in the form of pleasure. But their faces fairly radiated happiness as they lustily sang: “I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me, I am so glad that Jesus loves me, Jesus loves even me.” This incident is given in _Through Jade Gate_, by M. Cable and F. French, about A Youthful Daniel In our city-visiting we soon discovered that the first difficult plowing of the ground was being done for us by the children. Everywhere we were welcomed, and mothers, whom we had never seen, repeated Scripture texts, hymns, and sentences of prayer with surprising accuracy. One little fellow, unconscious that he was being watched, walked down the street singing at the top of his voice, “Dare to be a Daniel, dare to stand alone,” then coming to a stop before a peanut vendor and looking him in the face, said, “Did you _know_ that there is only one God, and one Lord Jesus Christ?” “Why, no,” said the man bewildered. “Well, it is true,” answered the child, and passed on singing, “‘Dare to have a purpose firm, dare to make it known.’”