He rests His wounded hand With loving kindness, on thy sin-stained brow, And says--"Here at thy side I ready stand, To make thy scarlet sins as white as snow. "I did not shed My blood For sinless angels, good and pure and true; For hopeless sinners flowed that crimson flood, My heart's blood ran for you, my son, for you. "Though thou hast grieved me sore, My arms of mercy still are open wide, I still hold open Heaven's shining door, Come then--take refuge in My wounded side. "Men shun thee--but not I, Come close to me--I love my erring sheep. My blood can cleanse thy sins of blackest dye, I understand, if thou canst only weep." Words fail thee--never mind, Thy Saviour can read e'en a sigh, or tear; I came, sin-stricken heart, to heal and bind, And died to save thee--to My heart thou'rt dear. Come now--the time is short, Longing to pardon and to bless, I wait; Look up to Me, My sheep so dearly bought, And say, "forgive me, e'er it is too late." E. B. C. The soft-heartedness of Mr. Berry's nature would quite unfit him for his post if it were not that he possesses a strong resolution, and can control his feelings when he finds duty warring against inclination. In personal appearance he is a kindly-looking man, thickset and muscular, with a florid complexion and sandy hair. He stands 5ft. 8½in. high, weighs 13 stones, and does not look the sort of man to willingly injure anyone. The appearance of his right cheek is somewhat marred by a long, deep scar, extending downwards from the corner of the eye, which has given rise to one or two sensational stories from the pens of imaginative newspaper men. The scar was caused by the kick of a horse which he attempted to ride when he was a boy about ten years old. The horse was young, unbroken and vicious, and its kick narrowly missed being fatal. Across his forehead is another great scar, the result of a terrible blow received when arresting a desperate character in a Bradford public-house. The man was one of a gang of six, and his comrades helped him to violently resist arrest, but Berry stuck to his captive until he was safely locked in the Bradford Town Hall, and the six men all had to "do time" for the assault. Mr. Berry was born on February 8th, 1852, at Heckmondwike, in Yorkshire. His father was a wool-stapler, holding a good position in the district. Young Berry's education was obtained at the Wrea Green School, near Lytham, where he gained several prizes for his writing and drawing. His writing ability was useful to him later in life, when he was employed by a lithographer, to write "copper-plate" transfers. In 1874 he was married, and has had six children. Of these, two boys and a girl died while young, and two boys and a girl are living.