The doctor struck his lancet into Self-Denial’s arm, and drawing from it the needed quantity of blood, injected it into Shalmanezer’s veins. The remedy was effectual. Health flushed the cheeks of Shalmanezer, and braced each nerve with new vigor, and he soon recovered from his fearful exhaustion. Then his heart did cleave unto Self-Denial. He had won his heart by his lofty sacrifice. He had bought his love by the blood from his own veins. Clasping hands with Self-Denial, he trod with him the paths of Peace, and in so doing, received an amount of true happiness which neither Pleasure, Wealth nor Fame could give. [Illustration] OUT IN THE COLD. Out in the cold mid the dreary night, Under the eaves of homes so bright; Snowflakes falling o’er mother’s grave Will no one rescue, no one save? A child left out in the dark and cold, A lamb not sheltered in any fold, Hearing the wolves of hunger bark, Out in the cold! and out in the dark. Missing to-night the charming bliss, That lies in the mother’s good-night kiss; And hearing no loving father’s prayer, For blessings his children all may share. Creeping away to some wretched den, To sleep mid the curses of drunken men And women, not as God has made, Wrecked and ruined, wronged and betrayed. Church of the Lord reach out thy arm, And shield the hapless one from harm; Where the waves of sin are dashing wild Rescue and save the drifting child. Wash from her life guilt’s turbid foam, In the fair haven of a home; Tenderly lead the motherless girl Up to the gates of purest pearl. The wandering feet which else had strayed, From thorny paths may yet be stayed; And a crimson track through the cold dark night May exchange to a line of loving light. [Illustration] SAVE THE BOYS. Like Dives in the deeps of Hell I cannot break this fearful spell, Nor quench the fires I’ve madly nursed, Nor cool this dreadful raging thirst. Take back your pledge—ye come too late! Ye cannot save me from my fate, Nor bring me back departed joys; But ye can try to save the boys. Ye bid me break my fiery chain, Arise and be a man again, When every street with snares is spread, And nets of sin where’er I tread. No; I must reap as I did sow. The seeds of sin bring crops of woe; But with my latest breath I’ll crave That ye will try the boys to save.