Yes; the banner of a Saviour's love was placed over her, and over the old Court, when the Christians of Tunbridge Wells sent a messenger of the Cross to its people; and that banner of crimson hue still floats over them, and the restoring work goes on, as the improved condition of the place and people clearly testify. There are, however, in that neighbourhood of Lisson Grove, though situate in the western part of the capital of Christian England, a vast multitude who are uninfluenced by the law of the spirit of life in Christ Jesus, and many of whom are deeply sunk in ignorance and sin. Ten missionary districts are unvisited, though each contains upwards of two thousand precious souls. Christian tradesman of the Edgeware Road, who are well acquainted with the spiritual necessities of the "Grove," have formed themselves into a committee to provide for three of those districts. They need help. The writer,[1] who is responsible for the support and extension of missionary work in this part of London, will gladly receive communications concerning giving and receiving. He is persuaded that many who read this narrative will gladly share in the joy of conveying the Gospel to this multitude of precious souls; that many will help to raise the banner of love over these acres of habitations so thickly peopled with the home heathen; that a blessing may rest upon our nation by an increase of its people who love righteousness, and who can enter with personal zest into the sweet language of the poet Weitzel:-- "Oh, blest the land: the city blest, Where Christ the ruler is confest! Oh, happy hearts and happy homes. To whom this King in triumph comes." [1] J. M. W., London City Mission, Bridewell Place, E.C. The Book in the Bars: ITS LIGHT. "Amazed and sore perplexed he stood, The sweat streamed off his rugged brow; Like midnight wanderer in a wood, More hopeless still his prospects grow. "The day wore on, he marked it not, He felt not that his cheeks were wet; He saw himself a drunken sot, Bound fast within the devil's net. "He groaned beneath his heavy load: At last a bitter cry there came,-- 'Be merciful to me, oh God, For I a wretched sinner am!'" _Mrs. Sewell._ CHAPTER VII. BETWEEN THE BARRELS--THE TRUE LIGHT SHINING--A DANGER--LIGHT IN THE CLUB-ROOM--THE CHANGE WROUGHT--VICTORY GAINED--EVIL RESISTED--GOOD ADVICE--A WHITE SERGEANT--A WISE REMOVAL--THE GOOD INCREASED. THE BOOK IN THE BARS: ITS LIGHT. "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." PS. cxix. 105.