" ' Please, sir, I went to the Mission School ; and they told me there of God, and of heaven, and of Jesus; and they taught me 'Thou shalt not steal' — and I'll never steal again, if my father kills me for it. But, please, don't tell him ! ' " ' My boy, you mustn't stay here. You'll die. Now you wait patiently here for a little time. I'm going away to see a lady. We will get a better place for you than this.' " ' Thank you, sir ; but, please, sir, would you like to hear me sing a little hymn ? ' " Bruised, battered, forlorn, friendless, motherless, hiding away from an infuriated father, he had a little hymn to sing. " ' Yes, I will hear you sing your little hymn.' He raised himself on his elbow, and then sang : Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Look upon a little child, Pity my simplicity, Suffer me to come to Thee. Fain I would to Thee be brought, Gracious Lord, forbid it not: In the kingdom of Thy grace, Give a little child a place. " ' That's the little hymn, sir. Good-bye.' << less