"Yes, indeed you ought. I don't want to give you pain, I want to comfort you; but I dare not give you false comfort. I want you to see the _truth_. You are a poor sinner in need of a Saviour. You may think lightly of your sins now, and hardly call them sins at all; but if you saw them as they really are, oh how black they would look to you! I pray God to teach you to see _yourself_, and to see your sins, _now_, before the books are opened. And now let me speak to you about Jesus Christ. He pitied us poor sinners, and came and died on the cross to save us. Thousands have been saved by Him. He has never turned _one_ away who went to Him for salvation. I hope I have gone. I _know_ I have. I could not rest in my bed if I had not. I want _you_ to go to Him too. He calls you to Him. Just as you are, He bids you look to Him and be saved. He is willing to be your Saviour. _Now_, remember, _now_, He is willing to be your Saviour. Do not put this off. Sometimes people put away such thoughts because they trouble them. Oh, do not _you_ do so. Here you are alone on your bed away from everybody. Now _pray_, pray for the Holy Spirit to teach your heart, pray that Jesus may be your Saviour. Let me pray with you before I go." And the minister knelt down and prayed. And when he rose from his knees, the sick man held out his hand, and his eyes were wet with tears, and he did not say again that he was not afraid; but he said in a low voice, "I hope God will forgive me. You'll come and see me again, sir?" [Illustration: Man carrying tools walking with dog] VIII. TOLD AT A TUNNEL'S MOUTH. A group of navvies waited for the relief party at the mouth of a tunnel. "Sing us a song, Sam!" said one. "Got a cold, Bill; try the new hand." A loud laugh followed this remark, and that for two reasons; one was Sam's cold, which was not strange, seeing that for fourteen hours they had worked (as only English navvies can) in that long tunnel, at times half choked with smoke and steam, and then half-frozen with the bitter winter wind; the other reason was his suggestion for the fresh hand to sing, whose strange silent manner had not made him a favourite in the rough but hearty gang of navvies. Once Sam had watched and saw him reach over a part of his dinner to a mate who was "not up to the mark," when the said mate could not swallow the hard fare he had provided himself with; and Sam wished to know more, being, as he would have said, "kinder curus on sich p'ints," so he asked. "P'rhaps you'll oblige?" "How long have we got, mates?" "Matter of half-hour before the relief comes." "I'll sing you a song at last, if you'll hear a story first." "Hear! hear!" said Sam; and the rest agreed. So the new hand placed himself a little nearer the middle of the group, and leaning on his pick, began: [Illustration: New man, leaning on pick surreounded by others]