Suddenly the new-comer spoke quietly, yet with a certain force, as if unable to hold his peace any longer. “Jemmy, lad, don’t ye feel as if we was a-sailing inter the very presence of Almighty God--as if He wanted t’ show men ’at won’t think, how glorious He is, an’ how great is His peace?” There was no reply, but as the speaker paused to look for the effect of his words, he saw glittering in the moon-ray two big drops stealing down Jemmy’s sorrow-seamed young face. Immediately the Christian, following his Master’s example, took a quick stride to the youth, and laying his hand upon the trembling shoulder, said softly: “Dear boy, let ’em run. They’re a sign that your heart ain’t got too hard yet to feel the sweet influence that God puts out to win His wandering ones back. But if there’s anything I can do to help you, do let me, won’t you?” He came nearer as he spoke, until his arm was round Jemmy’s neck. And then he waited patiently until the broken words came: “I--I--feel so miserable. I’ve forgotten my mother and father, my home and my God. But p’raps I never knew Him.” “No, dear boy, I don’t suppose you ever did; but now is your time to know Him. He’s been waiting for your proud heart to bend down and own that it wants Him--can’t do without Him. Oh, Jemmy, how He loves you! Your mother and father love you, and are heartbroken over you, no doubt, but He, your Father God, loves you from everlasting to everlasting, and spared not His own Son, that you might be made welcome to His peace, that you might know how happy a child of God can be who has found out from God Himself how much He is longed and waited for.” The speaker paused for breath, for his energetic outburst had so carried him away that he was like a man who had been running a race, and as he did so Jemmy said shyly, and in a low voice: “How did you know that I was wishing with all my heart that in some way, somehow, I might get my soul put right, that I was longin’ for a message from God, without any idea how it was to come?” There was a happy ring in the Christian’s voice as he answered: “Me know? I don’t know anything, except that God the Father is my Father, that God the Son is my Saviour, who died that I might live, and that God the Holy Ghost, whose work it is to impress these wonderful matters on men’s hearts, is always at hand arranging the time, the messenger, and the message. He found me as He finds you--hopeless, heart-sick, hungry for peace and love; and as soon as He made me feel my need of Him He had some one there to tell me the glad story.”