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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Paob. 
 
 A Youthful Bride « 
 
 A Strange Bride 2() 
 
 An Appeal 29 
 
 Army versiis Prison 21 
 
 Christmas Eve 19 
 
 Fallen 7 
 
 Home Guards 8 
 
 Introduction 3 
 
 In the Toronto Home 18 
 
 More Baby Toughs 13 
 
 Miracles of Grace 2H 
 
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 Rescue Songs 2(5 
 
 Shattered Idols 5 
 
 Saved to Save 27 
 
 Startling Statistic* 28 
 
 Tiny Waifs 4 
 
 Their Opinion 6 
 
 Testimonials 30 
 
 The World Against Her 11 
 
 The Drunkards Home 12 
 
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 Wanted at Once 17 
 
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 INTRODUCTION. 
 
 SPEAKER generiiUy likes to look into 
 the faces of hlH audience, before 
 speaking, so that he may the better 
 suit his address to the people before 
 him. Similitrly we take a mental 
 glance at those, who from one end of the Dominion 
 to the other, will peruse the pages of this short 
 review of the work carried on among the fallen. 
 The reformer, the zealous, the cautious, will alike 
 read this book, and dive into its thrilling facts of 
 rescue and deliverance. May each gain much light 
 and interest by so doing. We have felt for a long 
 *time, that while our brave Rescue oiHoers are 
 toiling away, striving to pull their dying sisters 
 from the sea of sin, there are comparatively few 
 who really understand to what extent this noble 
 work is carried on,— hence the publication of this 
 little book: "Pair Canada's Dark Side." Tlie 
 facts of each case are stated clearly and plainly. 
 We know there are many who will be filled with 
 surprise as they ponder over story after story. 
 Yet it is all too true. Canada, fair Canada, has 
 a very dark side, even darker than we can find 
 
 language or words to explain. In many of its 
 towns and cities sin runs rampant. Pure and 
 innocent girls, who have left other countries to 
 seek a home here, have been entrapped, enslaved, 
 and ruined, their betnij'ers leaving them to the 
 mercy of a cold world. Such cases as these we 
 seek to help. Our readers will be able to form an 
 idea of the success we are meeting with after they 
 have thoroughly digested the facts and figures 
 contained in these pages. The description of the 
 work in connection with a Women's Rescue Home 
 and the Children's Shelter will be helpful indeed, 
 as also the statistics for each of the six Homes 
 for the past twelve months. For all the miracles 
 wrought we give G )d the glory, and strike out in 
 His name to achieve greater conquests in the 
 future. The need of workers and money is great, 
 and we send forth this little account full of faith 
 that it will be a means of touching the hearts of 
 many who will rise up and come to the help of the 
 Lord against the mighty. May God set His seal 
 upon its publication. 
 
TINY WAIFS. 
 
 {From the Toronto Mail, August 14th, lfi91.) 
 
 prison 
 
 \ABY lOUGHS. Did you ever read a 
 more painfully pulhetic title to a news- 
 paper paragraph before? " Baby 
 Toughs." Poor small human mites, 
 who are travelling onward towards the 
 the gallows in every large city in the 
 world — here in Toronto too — this Toronto of ours 
 which is growing so quickly. I am going to write a 
 few words just to put before the kind motherly and 
 sisterly hearts of this growing city one portion of 
 the good work, the quiet, steady work, done by 
 the Salvation Army, those people who have been 
 jeered at, even kicked and pelted all over the 
 world, but whose patience has never been ex- 
 hausted, who are, after all, doing a great deal of 
 good practical work. 
 
 I went to visit the Children's Shelter to find 
 out what is being done for the lost street waifs, 
 the " baby toughs " of this large city. I met 
 there a quiet ladylike girl, with that patient 
 earnest look in her eyes which somehow I al- 
 ways see under the bonnet of the Army lass. This 
 young lady is the Captain, and in her quiet way 
 she told me all about the work. 
 
 " It is only a small place," she said, as we went 
 upstairs to the bright nursery, " but we hope soon 
 to enlarge it. It is heart-breaking to have to turn 
 little children away, knowing as we do that they 
 will go on the streets, and learn to drink, and end 
 in the prison or in the reformatory." The nursery 
 is a sunny room with red curtains and blinds, and 
 a few toys were scattered about on the floor. 
 There were two small lads talking together in a 
 corner. Captain called "Tommy," and presently 
 a fat httle lad of five, who was solemnly sucking 
 a big candy, came over to us. Tommy has a 
 grave face, as though life was a big thing, and 
 that somehow he understood it all vaguely, and, 
 felt the responsibility of it. 
 member of the Army and 
 died lately, leaving a poor 
 young widow to struggle 
 along with four young child- 
 ren, and the Shelter took 
 Tommy in order to ease his 
 mother a little. Presently 
 Tommy was asked to sing 
 something, and taking his 
 candy out of his mouth, 
 and standing with his 
 small arms tucked behind 
 bis back, he grew more 
 Bolemn-looking than ever as he began, '< I'm God's 
 little child," which bad a great many verseo ia- 
 
 deed, every one of which Tommy sang, giving the 
 refrain, too, every time. Poor little Tommy I 
 standing there in his rod stockings, with his 
 solemn, fut face and sticky fingers I How 
 good it was to see and hear him, "Qod's little 
 child," after the sight I had seen that same day 
 on one of the streets in St. John's Ward. As I 
 was passing on my way a door was flung violently 
 open, and a small, pinched wretched little lad 
 came running out — no, not running ; he had been 
 kicked out, and he rolled off the sidewalk down by 
 a little gully, while the drunken wretch of a father 
 slammed the door in his face with an oath. Poor, 
 shivering, miserable little Johnnie — he was God's 
 little child, too, but how different from Tommy i 
 
 But Tommy has gone back to his window seat 
 and his candy, and Charlie is called. " Charlie " 
 has a shabby little suit on, but he ia clean, and 
 his red stockings are neatly mended, though his 
 slippers are ragged and torn. 
 
 " It is hard to clothe them all," says the 
 Captain, " and we were never so poor as we 
 arc now, that is why Charlie's slippers are so old 
 and torn. We have no others to give him. He 
 was brought here by the police a few days ago." 
 
 " And who are you, Charlie ?" I ask. But 
 Charlie doesn't know who he belongs to, nor who 
 belongs to him. In fact, like Jo in Tom-all- 
 alones, he " doesn't know nothink," only this Jo 
 is safe in shelter, and is happy enough, poor, 
 lost, unclaimed little waif that he is. There is no 
 "movin' on" for Charlie. Every night he is 
 tucked into his warm little cot by the motherly 
 hands of this kind Army lass, who, far away from 
 home and friends, is steadily and surely following 
 the great Master's footsteps. 
 
 There were girl-babies there too, little creatures 
 with rosy chubby faces, who have been saved by 
 the Shelter from a fate more horrible than death 
 — a fate for which they were deliberately set 
 aside by their own father. Very happy do Annie 
 and Amy look now, these two small waifs, who 
 were at the mercy of a brutal, drunken father 
 until the Salvation Army girl took them to the 
 shelter for " baby toughs." There was a small 
 boy with very sad eyes, Jemmie they called him, 
 who has a shocking history, too sad and shocking 
 to be given here, and a tiny pinched-looking baby 
 six weeks old, or thereabouts, who was very com- 
 fortably wrapped up, and was taking an airing in 
 the baby carriage before the door. 
 
 The dormitory is beautifully kept, each cot 
 being as clean as it can be, with snowy white 
 lioeu and guilts, Tbe children are taught to 
 
 
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RJtATTEKKT) IDOLS.-A RESCUE STORY. 
 
 pray, Binp; hymns, and love and know Jeaua 
 Christ. There ia no noiae, nor long prayers, or 
 anything of that kind, and the object of the 
 Shelter is stated by the Army in this way : — 
 
 " We shall place the shelter at the disposal of 
 anyone who may have a child that is likely to be 
 ruined unless cared for. We shall visit the Police 
 Courts and, if allowed, will take the child, or, as 
 it often is, the children, of the woman who has 
 been tried for some crime and sentenced to three 
 or six months in prison, and during her incarcera- 
 tion the child's mind will be brought face to face 
 with the 
 truth as it is 
 in Jesus 
 Christ. We 
 shall also 
 find children 
 destitute in 
 the streets 
 with no one 
 to care for 
 them. These 
 will be taken 
 tothe shelter, 
 and after 
 careful training be adopted into some respectable 
 
 or religious family. This is one great work 
 which the Salvation Army is doing ; it ii oaring 
 for the children, the "baby toughs " — how tough 
 — you will gather from the fact that not long 
 ago, a months' old baby, brought to the Army, 
 was such a poor little drunkard that at sight 
 of a bottle, a medicine bottle, it used to shriek 
 frantically until they would let it have an empty 
 botile, which it would " stufif into its small tbirit- 
 ing throat, its bright eyes glaring like a small 
 wild-cat." 
 
 In the cause of humanity, pure and simple, I 
 will ask those mothers who have children'i doth* 
 ing to spare, or old oast'off clothes of any kind, 
 size, or fashion, not to forget the '* baby toughs " 
 in tlie Shelter. I will ask them not to throw away 
 the old, broken toys, but teach their own little 
 ones — their happy, cared-for little children — to 
 think of these deserted, lost babies, those poor 
 waifs whose only home is the shelter given tbem 
 by these brave Salvation Army women. Woolly 
 sheep on three, or even two legs ; rioketty, one- 
 eyed dolls, old baby rattles, little carts, tin soldiers, . 
 tops, anything, everything, will be gladly welcomed 
 at the Shelter, and gladly given by the o£Bcers to 
 amuse and clothe the " babj toughs." 
 
 SHATTERED IDOLS. -A RESCUE STORY. 
 
 BY CAPTAIN AOOIE COWAN, ST. JOHN, N. B. 
 
 " The midanmiuer inn Bbinea but dim, 
 Tbe fields itrive in vain to looli gay ; 
 But when I am happy in Him, 
 December's as pleasant at May." 
 
 HE voices of a few of our Rescue lasses, as 
 they sat in the cosy sitting-room during the 
 recreation hour were heard, softly singing these 
 words one summer evening. Why ? " December 
 cannot be as pleasant as May," asserted little 
 Freddy. "It was to me once, but not now," 
 bitterly retorted Rose, one of our girls, as with a 
 sigh of almost hopeless despair, she resumed her 
 sewing, and the stinging memories of the past 
 came sweeping over her in a way scarcely to be 
 endured. To think how she bad drifted into her 
 present position was almost a mystery. Rose was 
 born in bonnie Scotland, and not a shadow seemed 
 to cross her life until the death of her mother, 
 when she was left alone in the world. At the 
 age of fifteen, she decided to come to Canada and 
 make her way in the world. By dint of honest 
 industry, she secured a good situation and for 
 some years she succeeded well. While attending 
 some meetings she was convicted of sin, and got 
 converted. Well would it have been for poor Rose 
 
 if she had kept her vows to her God. The stigma 
 that afterwards was attached to her life would 
 never have come. But a stranger in a strange 
 land, with few friends to love her, the yearning 
 for some human love seemed natural enough, and 
 when soon afterwards a bright, clever young 
 man came to board where she lived, and evidently 
 struck by Rose's innocent, modest appearance, 
 began to pay her attention, it seemed so nice to 
 have some one to care for her. Soon the respect 
 she had for him deepened into idolatrous a£fection, 
 and she transferred her love from her God to him, 
 forsook the fountain of living waters, and hewed 
 out for herself broken cisterns that could hold no 
 water. 
 
 The words of the prophet were sadly realized by 
 Rose : — " It is an evil and bitter thing to depart 
 from the Lord." 
 
 Some few months after, betrayed and rained, 
 she left her situation and drifted into one of the 
 large cities, amidst its teeming crowds, to lose 
 her identity and cover up her shame. But onr 
 Father directed the footsteps of the poor wander< 
 ing girl to our officers' quarters, who, iii tarn 
 
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 THEIR OPINION. 
 
 brought her to the Rescue Home, from whence, 
 after some length of time, she went to some friends 
 who cared for her during her illness. 
 
 After her baby boy was born, all the clinging 
 tendrils of her broken heart seemed to twine 
 around the child, and, obtaining a situation, she 
 determined, with new hopes arising in her heart, 
 to work for her baby and try and forget the past. 
 She loved it with a love that was almost desperate 
 in its intensity. But her hopes were short-lived, 
 and her beautiful baby boy was taken sick and 
 £|eemed to fall away from before her eyes. She 
 came back to the Home with the sick child in her 
 arms, and for three weeks, night and day, she 
 nursed it with unwavering devotion. But the 
 icy hand of death was laid upon it, and soon the 
 eyes closed and the last fluttering breath ceased, 
 and Rose had her last idol torn from her embrace ; 
 and, with her child, every hope seemed buried in 
 that tiny grave, and she seemed, in spite of every 
 entreaty, to harden her heart against God, and 
 left the Home for a situation unsaved. 
 
 Some weeks after, she came in to see us one 
 
 Sunday evening. "Oh, I'm so lonely, please 
 won't you come with me to baby's grave," she 
 sobbed. '• Rosie, dear, if you just come back to 
 Jesus all the loneliness would go, and that craving 
 for something human to love will be swallowed up 
 with the Divine love," whispered the Home 
 mother, with her hand placed on the poor bowed 
 form that was weeping so piteously. She did not 
 then reply, but a strong determination was spring- 
 ing up in her heart, and that night in the barracks 
 she volunteered out to the front, and Jesus took 
 her back into the fold. 
 
 Some weeks after she came out in a holiness 
 meeting, and after a short struggle arose with a 
 flash of victory gleaming in her eyes. She ex- 
 claimed, " Every idol is gone, and I've given my 
 all to Jesus to be kept by Him." 
 
 The soldiers who crowded around with sympa- 
 thetic glances did not understand the full import 
 of those words, but in that lit-up face seemed to 
 the Rescue Mother written, "Every idol shattered. 
 Jesus takes the Throne, for He must reign until 
 He hath put all enemies under His feet." 
 
 ! 
 
 THEIR OPINION. 
 
 The following is culled from a lengfhij report in 
 the Montreal Gazette on the opening of the Rescue 
 Home in that ciUj, 
 
 A WORK OF MERCY. 
 
 THE SALVATION ARMY's RESCUE HOME FORMALLY 
 OPENED — THE COMMISSIONER TALKS 
 V ABOUT THE WORK. 
 
 5 FORMAL opening by the Salvation 
 1^ Army yesterday afternoon of their new 
 Rescue Home on Plateau street marks 
 a laudable step in a new direction by 
 that organization so far as Montreal is 
 concerned. The house which has been 
 selected for the Home is well adapted 
 for making a commencement in this class of 
 work. The rooms are clean and airy and the 
 furnishings, of which there are by no means a 
 superfluity, are very neat. To properly equip the 
 Home, which will accommodate some ten to a 
 dozen girls, about $200 are needed, and an appeal 
 for aid is made to those interested in the work. 
 After devotional exercises, the Commissioner, 
 with a good deal of earnestness and force, spoke 
 of the social reform work of tuj Army, and said 
 that in connection with it they had an enquiry 
 bureau through which they found missinfr folks. 
 
 Last month they had 86 such enquiries, out of 
 which they found and restored to friends 86, one 
 of whom was absent for 86 years. They had a 
 Children's Shelter in Toronto and ought to have 
 one here, " and," he added, " we will have it 
 yet." There were 250,000 children in Ontario 
 what never went to school. Thousands of these 
 were left to the mercy of the cold world. They 
 intended looking after the welfare of the young 
 ones, while their parents were und<^rgoing 
 imprisonment, and would instil into their mindd 
 and hearts the truth of God, which would enable 
 them to shun evil when they confronted it. 
 
 Rev. Mr. Tully followed. He referred very 
 strongly to the attack on the Army last Sunday. 
 There was liberty for all under the British flag, 
 and that liberty was claimed for the Army. He 
 spoke of the sacrifices made by «he Army, and 
 the opposition they had met with was solely to 
 try their faith. They were, indeed, true Christ- 
 ians, who went out and spoke and sang the 
 Gospel on the streets. The work of the Army 
 was patent to all. 
 
 Rev. Mr. de Gruchy spoke very earnestly about 
 the work of the Army, and said that the Rescue 
 Home would have its influence over the French 
 as well as the English. He longed for the time 
 when their French meetings would be well 
 attended, as he considered they were peculiarly 
 adapted for that work. 
 
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HOME-GUARDS ! 
 
 OME-GUARDS ! Yea, that's just 
 wliat we are, or what we ought to be 
 in every senee of the word. Ever 
 on guard; always on the alert; 
 never off duty. 
 Some time ago in one of our meetings the 
 Commissioner was speaking about the different 
 kinds of soldiers. Some were regulars, some 
 militia, some were always ready for parade, 
 while not a few were quite as ready for some 
 real hard fighting; but we noticed that not a 
 word was said about the Home-Guards. We felt 
 like taking their part and having a word in their 
 defence, but the time was short, there were other 
 speakers, so we 
 said nothing. But 
 we've been think- 
 ing the matter 
 over and have 
 come to the con- 
 clusion that it 
 means a great deal 
 more than most 
 people think to be 
 a real true, trust- 
 worthy Home- 
 Guard, or in other 
 words, to be a true 
 Salvation Army 
 Rescue Officer. 
 Some people seem 
 to have such 
 strange ideas as to 
 what a Rescue 
 Officer's duties 
 really are. We 
 have had cadets 
 
 come in for training who were under the im- 
 pression that nothing would be expected of them 
 but to put on their bonnets and go visiting all the 
 time, and they were not a little surprised to find 
 that it was very necessary for them to be capable 
 of taking charge of either sewing-room, kitchen or 
 laundry, in short, to be good, practical, all-round 
 house-keepers, active, thorough and economical. 
 Many a poor girl finds her way to our Home 
 simply because she has had no domestic training, 
 consequently she is not competent to take a good 
 
 RBSOUB HOMB, TORONTa 
 
 home, but of the homes of others, for what 
 is a greater boon in a house where hired 
 help is required than a careful, trustworthy 
 servant ? 
 
 Then there is another class, in whom we are 
 interested, not less difficult to deal with than the 
 first — those who in many ways are very efficient 
 helps, but are spoiled by such uncontrollable 
 tempera that it is not always safe for their mis- 
 tress to offer a word of advice, much less of re- 
 proof, and is the means of keeping the unhappy 
 possessors continually in "hot water," and of 
 making affairs generally disagreeable. Then fol- 
 lows the mutual "notice-giving," and after the 
 poor girl has gone the rounds of several good 
 
 places she finds 
 herself without a 
 reference, out of 
 sorts with herself 
 and everybody else, 
 and the devil tells 
 her to " take a 
 drop, it will cheer 
 her heart and re- 
 vive her spirits," 
 or else he suggests 
 that there is no 
 need of her work- 
 ing BO hard, that 
 there is an easier 
 way, though we do 
 find that the latter 
 trap is laid more 
 frequently and suc- 
 cessfully for the 
 lazy than for the 
 high-tempered, but 
 in either case 
 cast, and her life is 
 
 the girl yields, the die is 
 wrecked. 
 
 It is here we are brought face to face with the 
 fact that of ourselves we can do nothing. It is 
 here we realize oar need of wisdom from on high, 
 and of a stronger atm than ours upon which we 
 can safely lean. Thank God, He has given some 
 of us the victory over bad, sulky, revengeful 
 tempers, and whereas some of us perhaps at one 
 time were not a bit particular as to who did more 
 than we did, God has quickened and put within us 
 situation or to command wages^ enough to keep fresh ambition, energy and go, and to-day we can 
 
 "* " point others to the Lamb of God Who taketh 
 
 away all kinds of sin (laziness included), and as 
 we deal with them straightly or tenderly, as we 
 feel their case requires, we can, at the same 
 time, comfort (hem with the comfort wherewith 
 we onrselves are comforted of God. 
 
 herself clothed half decently. Part of our plan 
 is to try and remedy this by taking them in 
 hand and patiently teaching them how work 
 should be done, and of course we cannot teach 
 others unless we know ourselves. In this sense 
 we are " home-guards," not only of our own 
 
 
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A YOVTHFUL BRIDE. 
 
 9 
 
 Lastly, there is a sense higher, more important, 
 and far-reaching than any we have here con* 
 sidered in which, though indirectly, we are 
 striving to be "home-guards." We mean the 
 care of children. Mothers, what manner of 
 people are they to whom you are entrusting the 
 care of your pure, precious little ones ? Are they 
 pure ? Are they good ? Did you ever notice that 
 in the column of the newspaper headed " Domestics 
 Wanted," the cook must have a good reference, 
 the house-maid must be first-class; but the 
 "young girl," who is wanted "to help with the 
 children," may rest assured that the place is 
 
 hers if she will only take the trouble to call round 
 and see about it. 
 
 This fact of itself speaks very loudly to us and 
 should sound an alarm to every mother's heart, 
 and though much might be said on this line. 
 which for obvious reasons must be left unsaid, we 
 know there are at least some mothers in " Fair 
 Canada" who will not only be able to " read be- 
 tween the lines," but who understand what we 
 mean, and who do govern themselves accorclingly. 
 May God open the eyes of parents and help them 
 to join us in our efforts as "Home-guards." 
 
 S. J. L. 
 
 A YOUTHFUL BRIDE. 
 
 I. 
 
 
 
 WISE, old woman-child, sitting by the 
 bedside of a fretful, invalid mother 
 watching a group of dark-eyed, half- 
 starved children, snarling and bicker- 
 ing at one another. Now and then 
 she makes a sudden rush at them, 
 indiscriminately dealing out slaps here 
 and there in ineffectual effort to enforce 
 peace, in order that the weary mother may sleep. 
 All is destitution and foul disorder in this rough 
 wooden shanty in the rear of the more respectable 
 houses of one of the streets of Toronto. 
 
 A tap at the frost-covered window. The piled- 
 up snow sweeps in on the breath of the blizzard as 
 the sulky door is slung open. It is a neighbor, 
 with a message from the jail. 
 
 " You've got to go right straight to the jail. 
 Your father's took awful bad. Guess you had 
 better be quick if you want to see him again ! ' 
 
 Dragging her cap down over her ears, and roll- 
 ing a woollen muffler round and round her throat 
 and face, and thrusting her hands deep into her 
 pockets, she plunges out with down-bent head 
 into the billowy snow-drifts. What a small 
 bundle she looks as she buffets with the wind 
 and storm, bearing on her young shoulders such 
 a weight of responsibility I She crosses the Don, 
 and reaches the heavy door of the jail, and when 
 the great key grinds in the lock she is met with 
 the news that her father is already dead— died 
 drunk— drank himself to death. Home again 
 she stumbles, almost knee-deep in snow, thinking 
 busily the while. 
 
 "Poor father I he had never done her much 
 good, and he knocked her about kind of rough 
 when he was drunk, which was mostly every 
 day, but still— yes— she was sorry the copi had 
 got hold of him, and run him in ytiterday." And 
 
 a tear that starts to her eye, freezes on her eye- 
 lash before it has time to fall. 
 
 Precious little difference the fact of her being 
 fatherless would have made in her existence had 
 it not been that the shock proved too much for 
 the ebbing vitality of her frail and thriftless 
 mother. A while longer, and she sits fatherless 
 and motherless, and, in addition, a wailing baby 
 in her arms to add to the responsibility of the 
 little brothers and sisters now to be provided for. 
 
 Now an unexpected turn in the wheel befalls 
 her. A young man takes a fancy to her pretty, 
 weird, dark face, and, fair with promises, induces 
 her to marry him ; and so. thinking to make a 
 home for the children, she consents. 
 
 Ah I little Annie — little fourleen-year-old bride 
 — life is not to be a bed of roses for you I 
 
 II. 
 
 See her now, some years later, stretched in the 
 weary monotony of the cheerless " lock-up ward " 
 of the hospital, deserted by everyone. Tedious 
 weeks drag past ; nothing to do but think, and 
 think, and think of the dreary past. Her hus- 
 band has proved himself a brute— nay, lower than 
 a brute ; no brute would act so pitilessly towards 
 its own. A slave to his own evil passions, a 
 drunkard, he must needs drag her down, and 
 enslave her too. Constantly bruised and battered 
 she grows up undersized and sickly. Six children 
 are born to ihem — born to a world of oaths, and 
 blows, and drink. Six tiny lives thrust unwelcome 
 into her own especial keeping, in addition to the 
 small brothers and sisters. Then he deserts her 
 altogether. 
 
 What is there left for her to do? She has 
 neither strength nor knowledge to work ; but she 
 can sin. Money comes in easily ; her flock of 
 children are provided for — and no one cares. 
 
10 
 
 A YOUTHFUL BRIDE. 
 
 But vice, with its companions sickness and suf- 
 fering, have landed her, so young and helpless in 
 this dreary ward. Her children are scattered 
 about the city, some dead, the rest tumbling up 
 the best they can. No one cares anything about 
 her. Everyone forsakes her as if she were a 
 leper. The other patients have lots of visitors ; 
 she hears them tramping to and fro with fruit and 
 flowers in the corridors. 
 
 What's the good of living ? She is very sick 
 and weary of it all I 
 
 Ah I there's the Salvation Army lady come 
 again. She will call her over and tell her about 
 it all. 
 
 Why, her eyes are filled with tears. Actually 
 she is crying for her, and tears rise in her own eyes 
 in response. Such a new, strange feeling. "Oh I 
 how she would like to be good ! But there — she 
 never had no chance, and it's too late now 1" 
 
 •' Oh ! no, no ! We have a home waiting for 
 you, and we will love you, and teach you to work, 
 and you shall start afresh in life, if you will only 
 come." 
 
 ** Well, she will tliink about it j she won't 
 promise, 
 same." 
 
 It don t seem natural, somehow, all the 
 
 III. 
 
 Now she is mounted at the bar in the crowded 
 police-court. Lawyers, reporters, police, public 
 are all alike staring at her. Every eye on her ; it 
 makes her feel like reeling over. She is giddy and 
 weak with those hard-staring eyes. Not a soul to 
 stand by her ! 
 
 Oh I if she had only gone to that Salvation 
 Home ! When she had come out of that hospital 
 she really meant to have gone, but she met the 
 old woman who kept the whiskey dive, which had 
 been the nearest approach to home she had ever 
 had. Tiie woman had stuck the bottle right 
 under her nose, and how could she help tasting 
 then, or taking more when once it had passed her 
 lips ? Then the *' bobbies " got hold of her. She 
 must have been almost crazy with drink and dis- 
 appointment. 
 
 It is all a muddle, but she remembers vaguely 
 how she tried to hang herself with the long band 
 round her bustle. She was almost gone, her 
 
 swollen tongue was lolling out, but a policeman 
 came in, just in time, and cut her down. There 
 is an ugly purple mark still round her throat, 
 ner hands and wrists are bruised and swollen, and 
 cut with the handcuffs they had put on, and she 
 was still so weak a)id sick after the long illness in 
 hospital. No wonder everyone stares at her so 
 curiously as she stands there. 
 
 The Salvation Army officer of the court is 
 talking to the chief inspector, who turns to the 
 judge. 
 
 The judge is addressing her. Can she believe 
 her ears ! What is he saying ? 
 
 " If I let you go to the Salvation Army, will 
 you promise to be a better girl ?" 
 
 •' Yes, indeed, I will, your worship." 
 
 "Go on, then." 
 
 The policeman helps her down, the crowd opens 
 to let her pass. Soft, warm, human arms are 
 around her. At last she is safe in the Salvation 
 Array Home ; so comfortable, fairly overflowing 
 with cheerfulness, and sunshine, and color, and 
 all the wealth of strong Salvation affection, so 
 pure and true. "Oh, I will be good! I will be 
 good now !" she sobs and sighs again and again, 
 rocking to and fro. " I will never touch that 
 filthy whiskey any more." That night, with 
 piteous prayers, she kneels at the Saviour's feet. 
 Days pass; slowly the bruises fade from her 
 wrists, and a softer color comes in the poor, drawn 
 cheeks. There is a chance for her now. 
 
 At last, strengthened in body and soul, she 
 starts to work in a place, and for some time toils 
 bravely on. 
 
 But the old enemy had tripped her up once 
 more. Oh, praise God! it was to the Home, and 
 not to the whiskey dive, she had flown when she 
 found herself slipping. Cheer up, lassie I try 
 again, we are here to help you ! 
 
 True, this is discouraging, and one learns to 
 live with an aching soul in this work. We arc 
 consecrated to a life of sorrow, but surely we 
 must not expect to be above our Master, for was 
 not He " A Man of sorrows and acquainted with 
 grief"? and does not the sense of being a co- 
 worker with Him far outweigh all the apparent 
 discouragement of it all ? Oh, yes i a thousand 
 times, Yes 1 
 
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THE WORLD AGAINST HER. 
 
 BY THE RESCUE SECRETARY. 
 
 11 
 
 of respectable homes ? Shall we divulge the 
 secret of many a downfall, of the reason for 
 a gradual or more rapid descent down the 
 incline from virtue's pedestal to vice's reeking 
 depths ? 
 
 How many have commenced their 
 downward career by first joining in the 
 merry dance, perhaps first in the home 
 of &iends, amidst style and fashion with 
 its attendant pleasure, so-called, and 
 truth to tell, temptations innumerable, 
 gradually drifting from one questionable 
 pursuit to another. 
 
 If time and space permitted, how 
 many heart-breaking stories we could 
 
 ^T was only the announcement 
 
 of some travelling company's 
 
 engagement in one of our 
 
 city theatres, its great 
 white letters standing out in glar- 
 ing contrast to its flashy blue back 
 ground. 
 
 We knew nothing of this pre- 
 sentation of life, but as we knew 
 something of the practical 
 and sad experience of those 
 of whom it can be more truly 
 said that " the world is against 
 her," it struck us v«^ry forci- 
 bly, and the space of a few 
 days has not served to obliterate it from memory, 
 and being of an enquiring nature we have tried to 
 delve into the question a little to solve the reason 
 of the fact that to-day in our towns and cities in 
 " Fair Canada " there are sweeping multitudes of 
 our sisters — sisters according to the common 
 sisterhood of women — who feel that everyone is 
 against them, that no one loves them or cares 
 what becomes of them in time or eternity. 
 
 It was not always so. Once many of them were 
 loved little ones in their mothers' homes, cherished 
 and cared for. Why then are they to-day outcasts 
 from society, scorned, trampled on, and loathed 
 as unfit associates for the fair daughters and sons 
 
 relate of those who have drifted from the path of 
 purity through the ball room and the dancing 
 ball's influence, by degrees going down until 
 they are suddenly awakened to find themselves 
 homeless, friendless, with a burden of guilt and 
 shame that propels them under the cover of 
 midnight darkness to fling themselves from some 
 river bank or bridge into the dark waters below, 
 by so doing trying to hide their shame and drown 
 their sorrow, feeling that though once society 
 smiled and welcomed to its limited circle, now all 
 the world is at variance because they have gone 
 down under the pressure of sore temptation. Look 
 at that poor braised mass of corruption lying in 
 
12 
 
 THE DRUNKARD'S HOME. 
 
 the hospital look-up ward, despised and forsaken 
 by all, save two or three Christian sisters who 
 dare to face the foul atmosphere and loathsome 
 surroundings for the sake of the woman's soul, 
 vile and polutted though it may be, still not too 
 vile for a Saviour's cleansing power to purify. 
 
 Still another whom the world is against — be- 
 hind the bars of a women's reformatory, realizing 
 that with the stigma of a broken law resting upon 
 her, her name is blighted, her future prospects 
 are ruined. 
 
 Mothers, guardians of girlhood and young 
 womanhood, we implore you as you value the 
 souls of those entrusted to your care, shield thorn 
 from worldly associates, worldly pleasures, for 
 
 these may be the stepping-stones to lives of open 
 iniquity, shame, despair, and eternal damnation. 
 Moderation, society, half-hearted professors cry 
 out " No harm in a little harmless amusement. 
 It is all fanaticism, cant, unnecessary reslrictiou 
 upon the young. Let them sow their wild oats, 
 let them have their fling." We beg such to 
 inform us where to draw the line between the 
 harmless and the dangerous. 
 
 Perhaps after searching carefully the criminal 
 records of our land and every land, together with 
 their poor-houses, asylums, hospitals, whiskey 
 dives, harlots' haunts, and gambling dens, they 
 would join with us in our faith in the Divine 
 injunction, *' Taste not" 
 
 THE DRUNKARD'S HOME. 
 
 BY MOTHER FLORENCE. 
 
 What will a drunkard do for whiskey ? 
 (How can he touch the stuff so sickly ?) * 
 He will sell his stockings and his shirt, 
 And will walk all day in rags and dirt ; 
 He will sell his shoes from off his feet, 
 And will barefoot go along the street. 
 
 What will a drunkard do for ale ? — 
 (Dark and more dismal grows my tale), 
 He will sell his blanket and his sheet, 
 And sit on the door-step, or walk the street. 
 
 He will sell his bedstead and his bed. 
 Nor leave a place to lay bis head ; 
 His thirsty soul still craves for more. 
 He starves, and he is wretched poor. 
 
 What will he do to gain his ends ? 
 He will deceive his dearest friends ; 
 He will beg five cents where'er he can, 
 And tell you he is " a dyin^ man," 
 
 Then when the five cents he has got, 
 He will try and find some other sot. 
 As mean and shabby as himself, 
 Some poor, degraded, drunken ell. 
 
 Or at some hotel corner seated, 
 Watching and longing to be " treated," 
 Where if perchance he should meet some flat. 
 With such a one he will booze and chat. 
 
 Then, with a bosom full of strife, 
 This man goes home and kicks his wife ; 
 His children he beats and sends to bed. 
 Because the poor dears cry for bread. 
 
 * * * 
 
 Say, drunkard, is this picture true ? 
 Oh ! if you own this statement right. 
 Give up jour drinking from to-night ; 
 Cease from your whiskey, beer and wine, 
 And with our Army come and join ; 
 Then God will bless you in your soul — . 
 Come, taste Salvation's flowing bowl. 
 
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 BY CADET W. HOUSE. 
 
 ESTLING down into a valley, far across the ocean's foam, 
 There's a cot that to our Norah bears the magic name of home ; 
 Home, dear home 1 the precious memory to the wanderer's eye brings tears. 
 Far away, but unforgotlen, through the sins of woman's years. 
 
 Happy, happy days of childhood in that far-off Irish dell. 
 Echoing through the halls of memory like the chiming of a bell ; 
 Simple, honest, loving Norah, hearty work and joyful play, 
 Passed the time till woman's duties, childish things had put away. 
 
 With new years came new ambitions, plans of work and gains to come, 
 Till they made the lassie weary of her quiet, Irish home ; 
 In the new world, others told her, far out in the glowing West, 
 Work and money both were plenty, if she sought it like the rest. 
 
 ♦ * * * * 
 
 What is home without a mother ? Had there been one in that dell, 
 
 'Chance I had not had this story of a ruined life to tell ; 
 
 No one told the eager lassie of the dangers she must face. 
 
 In the strange new life before her, ere she made herself a place. 
 
 On a vessel sailing westward Norah took her place one day. 
 Going out to seek her fortune in the New World far away ; 
 Tearfully she stood and watched her native land recede from view, 
 While the vessel bore her swiftly from the old life to the new. 
 
 Safe across the stormy ocean did the good ship bring her o'er. 
 Though her courage well-nigh failed her as she landed on the shore ; 
 Everything so unfamiliar, nothing she had thought to find, 
 And she longed for just one hand-clasp from the friends left far behind. 
 
 Willing hands and honest effort soon found work for her to do. 
 And the simple-hearted lassie quite content and happy grew, 
 Though a passing shade of sadness o'er her face at times would come. 
 At the memory of her childhood and the dear old Irish home. 
 
14 
 
 UonAtt: A TALE OP CAiJADtAN llESCVK WORK. 
 
 But there came a heavy sorrow, darkening the happy life, — 
 Game through one who said he loved her, one who won her for his wife ; 
 But, alas 1 he loved the rum shop, loved the drunkard's foaming bowl 
 Better than he loved the lassie, better than he loved his soul. 
 
 Days and nights of tearful watching for his stagg'ring step to come, 
 Though its coming brought no comfort to the loving heart at home ; 
 Bitter oaths and blows and curses only would her love repay. 
 While her woman's heart was breaking, slowly breaking day by day. 
 
 Till at last there came a morning, Norah's heart could bear no more. 
 With her babe clasped closely to her, turned she from her husband's door ; 
 She could work, and she would do it ; once again alone begin,'' 
 For the motber-love upheld her, baby's bread and hers to win. 
 
 Closely round the prattling baby wound the heart-strings cruelly torn 
 By the one who at the altar, love and fealty had sworn ; 
 Nothing seemed too hard for baby, naught too much for her to hear. 
 If her little one had plenty, cared she not how small her share. 
 
 But one day the angels called him and the little heart grew still ; 
 Listening in rapturous wonder while they called for " little Will," 
 At the summons gently given, with the sinking sun's last ray. 
 Lovingly he whispered, " Mamma," smiled at her, and slipped away. 
 
 Have you stood beside a cofSn holding all you loved the best ? 
 Have you kissed the tiny fingers folded peacefully at rest ? 
 Does a little form you've cherished lie beneath the soft white snow ? 
 Then your mother's heart will realize the depths of Norah's woe. 
 
 
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 If only then the aching heart had known the Mourner's Friend, 
 If only she had known His love and trusted to the end I 
 Alas I the wounded, bleeding heart had naupht on which to stay. 
 And so the burden only grew more bitter every day. 
 
 So to the wine cup Norali turned to drown her load of care. 
 And drinking deeply sought to find at least oblivion there ; 
 Now, 'tis the old, old story of a downfall caused by rum. 
 For the road to ruin's swiftly walked if only once begun. 
 
 Lower and lower Norah went, to drink a helpless slave. 
 Speeding along the shameful road, down to a drunkard's grave, 
 Till life was not much but a round of sin and prison cell. 
 And at the end she saw, for her, naught but a drunkard's hell. 
 
 At last one day a kindly man, clad in policeman's garb 
 
 (Though some folks think a pohceman's heart, like his baton, must be hard ;) 
 
 Pitied poor Norah and brought her to the Army Rescue Home, 
 
 To ask a chance and help to fight her deadly tempter. Bum ! 
 
 At knee-drill hour one sunny noon as the lassies knelt to pray 
 For help and grace to live aright, I heard our Norah say : 
 " Oh, Lord, You know I cannot talk and sing as others do. 
 But the love of my heart and the work of my hands I gladly give to You ; 
 I can never, never love Thee enough for what Thou hast done for me, 
 But take me, Lord, and help me live only to honor Thee I" 
 
MORE BABY TOUGHS. 
 
 15 
 
 
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 [GROSS the dizziest point of the rooks 
 above the rapids on the Maganetawan 
 River, one long bent tree shoots side- 
 ways out over the foam. All covered 
 ic was, with rosy ruddy bloom in the 
 spring time, when we saw it, and the 
 great white waves go rollicking past, whirling 
 beneath it, under sun and stars alike. It was 
 only a pu£f of wind, a little more vigorous than 
 usual, but so the sapling grew, and by and by the 
 tree will fall — fall into the abyss below— and " as 
 the tree falls so shall it lie," 
 
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 •* If we wish to counteract in any measure, (we 
 quote from the Toronto Mail), the sutfering and 
 injury brought upon humanity by the criminal 
 and outcast portion of the population, we must 
 begin with the child. The mind of a child is the 
 tenderest and holiest thing on earth, for it is 
 begotten of heaven, not earth. To misrule or 
 misguide this heaven-born mind is to rob it of its 
 promise and its purpose, is to cripple its powers 
 of being and doing, is to extinguish its latent 
 virtues and graces, and is an injury and a sin that 
 may never be forgotten or forgiven." 
 
 CHILDREN IN THE POLICE COURTS. 
 
 Large numbers of neglected children are to be 
 found in every centre of population. It is stated 
 in the Police Report for the past year that the 
 number of children between the ages of ten and 
 fifteen who appeared in the Police Court for 
 various offences, was six hundred and Ji/ly-three 
 —6581 
 
 It will be found that in the great majority of 
 cases of youthful depravity, that what is lacking 
 is a happy home and parental affection. Boys 
 and girls are driven to the streets, to evil associ- 
 ates, to petty thieving and general immorality, 
 because the blight of strong drink, together with 
 a total disregard for the restraining and elevating 
 influences of religion, has cast its shadow over the 
 house that should have been their home. 
 
 The following appeal for help to ua from a 
 young step-mother, may serve to give Pome faint 
 idea of the " strained domestic relations " existing, 
 in not one alone, but many homes, in the place 
 of the *' happy home and parental affection." 
 
 •• Dear Madam (Captain) — 
 
 " Geordie has been going about a perfect dis- 
 grace for dirt and dissipation. I really am at a 
 loss to know what to do with him. He stays out 
 at night, and whenever the back door is left open 
 in the day time he comes in and takes whatever 
 he can. He has taken three of the children's 
 dresses and Eddy's pants, and a good coat, and 
 other things. I suppose he sells them to the rag 
 
 men. He is all covered with again. My 
 
 heart aches to think I have no peace for those 
 children. His father tells me not to let him in, 
 but how can I turn him away when it is his son ? 
 He goes with a gang of bad boys and they go 
 stealing eggs, and make fires at different places 
 to cook them. On Sunday last they had the fire 
 reel out to quench their fire, and I put one out 
 myself, under the fence, which had begun to blaze 
 up. My husbanu says he will not pay for 
 Geordie's keep, as be is quite able to work. We 
 know he is, but he will never work as long as he 
 can beg or steal. If the police knew how he 
 conducts himself they would put him in prison, 
 and it would be a great blessing both to himself 
 and to me, for I am tormented day and night 
 with him when his father is away. 
 
 IS THERE NOTHING CAN BE DONE ? 
 
 " You can't think how I dread him being in the 
 house. He acts so ugly with the children, even 
 the baby is dreadfully afraid of him, and when he 
 is out I am afraid he will break into the house, as 
 I caught him' in a big box one night. I never 
 knew he was in. He had got in at the front door 
 and crept up-stairs, and got into this box, clothes, 
 boots, and all. I heard a slight noise and went 
 to look. He meant to steal or hurt me in some 
 way. 
 
 Noiv, do you think it is right to allow him to 
 go on in this way ?" 
 
 Yours, etc, 
 
 This is Geordie from the parental point of view, 
 but not his own opinion of things in general, and 
 home in particular, at all. 
 
 Oh, Geordie ! I am afraid the wind is blowing 
 you over the rapids i 
 
 * * « « 
 
 It is impossible to give anything but a faint 
 description of the condition of another child of 
 ours from one of the multitude of homes where 
 
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 MOJtK liAtiY TOUGirS. 
 
 tlio i)light of strong drink lian caflt its nhadow, but 
 it is a Buggeation of a state of aiTairs, tho sight of 
 which has often caused our hearts to bleed and 
 well-nigh break with pity. 
 
 A policeman tapped one night at the Rescue 
 Homo door. By the hand he held a tiny mortal, 
 a little Hhivering old-faced girl, ragged, thin and 
 dirty. 
 
 A WIND-BLOWN LITTLE ONE. 
 
 She was clad in a nondescript, rust-colored 
 frock ; her two frightened eyes were blackened 
 and bruised with the blows from a mother's fist. 
 A terrible sight to see I " Would we take her for 
 a while ?" asked the gentleman in blue. Of course 
 we would. We took her first to the kitchen, and 
 let her eat her fill — at least we let her eat until 
 we were afraid, positively, to set any more before 
 her, even though itwas but simple bread-and-butter 
 and milk. It was no wonder she was hungry — 
 poor starved waif — for times had been when she 
 was kept shut up all the long day by her lonely 
 little self in a garret, whilst her mother went 
 away. Sometimes the neighbours would catch a 
 sight of the small prisoner, and climbing up by 
 the shed would feed her through the window. 
 
 In the bath-room the Rescue officer discovered 
 that from head to foot she was one mass of wounds 
 and bruises from ill-usage. Then there were marks 
 of sticks and blows, showing some scars new and 
 red, and some old and half-healed. Her leg from 
 the knee to the ankle was bent sideways, where 
 the bone had been kicked out of shape, and to the 
 tip of her thin foot it was black and blue. These 
 were the signs of " parental affection, " but so 
 well trained had this little Elsie been that when 
 asked to account for any of those tell-tale black 
 marks, some prompt and curious excuse would 
 explain them away. Her mother's threats had 
 taken effect on her naturally truthful nature. 
 
 At length when shown how to fold her bands 
 in prayer like happier children, and tucked in a 
 low, white bed, she sank away to sleep with a 
 strange sense of happiness and contentment, 
 unconscious that the captain who kissed her 
 goodnight had burst into tears as she bent above 
 her, overwrought with that pent-up agony of 
 pity. 
 
 IN THE COURT HOUSE. 
 
 The day of her mother's trial came. As she 
 entered the court room through the crowd she 
 
 caught a glimpse of her mother behind the iron 
 rail. Then her little heart fluttered and beat as 
 though it surely must come through her heaving 
 side, as she clung in convulsive fright to the 
 captain's skirt. 
 
 "Where did you get that black eye ?" asked 
 the iudge, as bho was lifted upon tho witness l)ox. 
 
 " rieasc, sir, I ran ngninst the tabic, and the 
 black blood got in," was the prompt reply, (for 
 her mother's eye was on her.) 
 
 " Humph," said the judge, " I suppose your 
 mother told you to say that ?" 
 
 •' Yea, sir," she answered, with innocent 
 frankness. 
 
 When the captain bared the blackened foot and 
 pointed out the poor bent little leg a shudder of 
 horror ran through the court, and tho wretched, 
 devil-driven woman was sentenced for six months, 
 for the evidence against her was overwhelming, in 
 spite of her six-year-old daughter's attempt at 
 defence. She rode away in tho " Black Maria," 
 and the child returned for a while with us. 
 
 God bless and keep you, little Elsie I 
 * * * * 
 
 Shall we tell of those like the little Arlington 
 boy, whose mothers start out to work in the 
 early morning and leave their four-year-old sons to 
 run the streets all day through the bitter winter, 
 to pick up any dirty bits of bread they may find ? 
 Or shall we write of children whose parents are 
 living in law-breaking, whom the police refrain 
 from arresting solely on account of the otherwise 
 homeless condition of their off-spring ? Of child* 
 ren in houses of evil reputation, kept there and 
 set to watch and guard the house by night, to 
 warn their mothers at the approach of the police- 
 man's footsteps ? 
 
 Our pen fails, our heart sickens, our courage 
 nearly dies within us as we count over some of 
 the things we know but dare not write about 
 Toronto children. 
 
 Is it not a shame that our hands should be so 
 tied and crippled in the Children's Shelter just 
 for lack of funds ? 
 
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" WANTED AT ONCE." 
 
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 " Woe unto them 
 
 at laac in ^jon."— Aiiioh vI, 1. 
 
 Ku-Jf 
 
 ^OUBTLESS many who scan the pages 
 of this httle book will be shocked and 
 horrified as they read of the depths of 
 ^ pollution into which so many of their 
 fellow creatures have fallen and are 
 still sinking. And while you contrast 
 your happy, unclouded life with that 
 of some unfortunate one, I pray you 
 will just remember the different circumstances 
 that have surrounded your life, of the way that 
 your pathway has been shielded from the snares 
 and temptations under which your loss favored 
 sister has been o'erwhelnied. Don't shun her, 
 therefore, don't shun her I Do not draw your 
 pure, rich and elegant robes away, for fear of 
 contamination. Do not withhold your dainty 
 white hand from lifting up that fallen one. 
 
 Although the in8ti)iots of your true woman 
 soul loathe her heinous sin, do not close your 
 heart to her piteous wail of sorrow and despair. 
 Have you, reader, over stooped low enough down 
 to listen to it ? }Iave you ever stopped to look 
 beneath that gay exterior, beneath that assumed 
 smile and below that empty laugh and repellant 
 manner, which unmistakably says : " You go 
 your way and I'll go mine " — into tho poor. 
 
 [beading th£ call.] 
 
 crushed, bleeding, aching heart in which, in 
 many instances, apparently, all human affection 
 has been destroyed? Have you read the soul- 
 anguish of the poor outcast when forced to loneli- 
 ness and thoughtfulness ? If not I beseech you 
 to come nearer to her. Seek out those in your 
 
 'i&iSS3-'-S' 
 
 [praying over the matter.] 
 
 own town or city whom you have reason to fear 
 are drifting down that broad, dark road, which 
 not only ends in eternal despair, but which is 
 every step surrounded by suffering and heart-break 
 ing. 
 
 If a Magdalene's Saviour has become your 
 Saviour, follow His example in seeking those 
 whom He sought,, and you cannot share His 
 feelings of compassion, without seeking with Him 
 to know the bitterness of their lives. 
 
 *' Oh," you ejaculate, '* I cannot come in per- 
 sonal contact, I cannot know of the world's sin, 
 without my pure soul being tainted." Was He 
 sullied by His knowledge of the world's iniquity ? 
 No, no, no ! It only led Him to resign even 
 moderate earthly necessities and spend His every 
 moment, yes, even His life's blood, in its redemp- 
 tion. Far from becoming defiled, your heart will 
 be so softened by the knowledge of human woe 
 about you, and overcome with gratitude for your 
 own happier position, that you will count it a joy, 
 an honor to share with your sympathetic Christ in 
 the reclamation of the lost to paths of purity and 
 
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18 
 
 IN THE TORONTO HOME. 
 
 virtue. It will eiit«il a life of Haorifloe. It ia 
 not in our province to say that such a life is all 
 sunshine, but Ood and our Rosoue Work requires 
 women who are willing to saoriflco, willing to 
 take their reputation in their hands. 
 
 Ah, ye women of " fair Canada," living in ease 
 and atlluence in your beautiful homes, wasting 
 the time and Ciod-givon talents that have been 
 lent you, tor a high, a noble purpose. Why do 
 you spend that time in self-graiitioation, in pleas- 
 ing a limited circle of personal friends, leaving 
 untouched the highest and grandest life-work ? 
 
 Will you rise up, find out the " dark side " of 
 our " fair " land, respond to the Master's com- 
 mand, loving, but slill a conunand, — " Go ye 
 into the vineyard," and share with us in the joy 
 of leadin)^ your sisters and mine to the " Fountain 
 of CleauHing '.'" 
 
 It is a joy, an inexpressible, unoxplainablc, 
 satisfying, heart joy ; that which springs from a 
 knowledge of usefulness in saving tliose for whom 
 Jesus died, as surely as for you and me. 
 
 Blanouk Ukad. 
 
 IN THE TORONTO HOME. 
 
 ^E know of no place whore time is econo- 
 mized to a greater extent than in our Rescue 
 Homes. Of necessity we are a busy people, 
 and we think it may not be uninteresting to our 
 readers to learn how our time is spent. 
 
 Our devoted officers toil early and late, not for 
 monetary recompense, for they do not receive 
 that, but from hearts aflame with love to Calvary's 
 Jesus and His poor lost ones. 
 
 Our rules are very simple, and easily enforced. 
 
 ' DIVISION OF TIME. 
 
 Rise at 6.80 a.m. (7 in winter.) 
 Breakfast at 8 a.m. 
 Prayers at 8.80 a.m. 
 Dinner at 1 p.m. 
 Supper at p.m. 
 
 Lights out in girls' bedrooms at 9.80 p.m. (10 
 p.m. in fsummer). The hour, however, for extin- 
 guishing lights is subject to meeting arrangements. 
 
 In the morning, after the plain but substantial 
 breakfast has been partaken of, singing, reading 
 God's Word, and prayer follow. 
 
 Then each separate to their various depart- 
 ments, the industries being under the super- 
 vision of different officers. 
 
 The one in charge of the Laundry, accompanied 
 by her assistants, sets to work there. 
 
 Then the knitting room officer is not long in 
 setting busily to work in her special department, 
 while the sewing room becomes a very beehive of 
 industry. 
 
 In the kitchen and dining-room the breakfast 
 dishes are soon put away, and preparidtiQgs are in 
 progress for the large family's dinner. 
 
 [knitting.] 
 
 Others are engaged in scrubbing corridors, clean- 
 ing dormitories, going out to tradespeople for dona- 
 tions of goods and money ; also to the police court. 
 
 After dinner and tea short prayers are offered 
 and grace sung. 
 
 The afternoons are devoted to sewing, knitting, 
 visiting, attending Hospital, and the miscellaneous 
 duties connected with such an institution. 
 
 There are two evenings a week, that the girls, 
 when able to do so, accompanied by an officer, 
 
IN THE TORONTO HOME. 
 
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 attend some t Army meeting— one usually being • 
 holiness meeting. 
 
 On one or two otlier evenings they are at liberty 
 to read, write, study, aing, do their own mending, 
 etc., etc. 
 
 Onoo a week a "home meeting" is held by 
 officers in turn. , 
 
 They are important, as in them, as well as in 
 publio^meetings, the girls have opportunities for 
 giving themselves to God. In these meet- 
 ings, too, the saved ones have a chance to 
 speak out their own heart's experience in teiti- 
 mony. 
 
 Each Bundav morning an officer or two lead a 
 meeting in jail with female prisoners. This is 
 a source of great blessing to those incarcerated 
 therein. 
 
 At 11 a.m. officers and girls attend holiness 
 meeting, and for a change in the afternoon have 
 a little spiritual and social time at home, followed 
 in the evening by public meeting. 
 
 Our readers will readily see that our lives are 
 fully occupied with our work, and we feel that it 
 is God's way that it should be so, for " time is 
 short, eternity incomprehensible." And " it is our 
 meat and drink to be about our Father's business.' 
 
 CHRISTMAS EVE. 
 
 BY AONEB MAUD HAOBAR (aUXILIABY). 
 
 A ne«i<p«per Itom recorded that Juit bofnre ChriBtniim, & joaae mother reduced to deiitltiitlon by a RuoneH8<on of miBfortunei 
 tmd been turned out of bor poor botne ou tbe day beforu Christiiiai, beoauie ilie could not pay her runt. On Chri*tuiaH Evu ibe 
 walki'd tbti RtreetB with Iter baby In her urmi, unable to find shelter, until, overcome with fatiRue, she lat down iu an entry to 
 rest JuBt at midnight the little one died, as the church belle chimed In the Christmaa moruiuR. 
 
 N the city, from churches and chapels, 
 From belfry and spire and tower, 
 
 In musical tones of gladness. 
 The bells chimed tbe midnight hour. 
 
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 In their sweet and silvery cadence 
 They chimed in the Christmas morn^ 
 
 The wonderfnl^mystical season, 
 When JeBDB.Obriat was born. . . 
 
 All thought of the Babe in the manger. 
 The Child that knew no sin, — 
 
 That lay on the breast of the mother. 
 Who " found no room in the inn I " 
 
 All thought of the shining angels, 
 Who came through the darkness then 
 
 To sing the new evangel 
 Of peace and love to men. 
 
 In the city, — near churches and chapels, 
 A mother crouched, hungry and cold, 
 
 In a dark and cheerless entry, 
 With a babe in her nerveless hold. 
 
 Hungry and cold and weary, 
 
 She had paced the streets all night,— 
 No room for them in the city, — 
 
 No food, no warmth, no light! \ 
 
 And just as the bells of the churches 
 
 Pealed in the Christmas day. 
 The angels came down through the darkness 
 
 And carried the baby aw&y. 
 
 No room for one tiny baby. 
 
 Amid churches and dwellings fair. 
 
 But the Father hath " many mansions," 
 And the babe was welcomed there! 
 
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 A STRANGE BRIDE. 
 
 I i 
 
 IT was in Annapolis," commenced our 
 comrade. " Ob ! I know Annapolis, isn't 
 it bea'atiful ! " chimed in another. The 
 Annapolis valley — it is considered one of the love- 
 liest sights in the world ; you know, it's a fruit 
 country, Oh, so pretty! It was May when I 
 saw it, and the orchards were all in blossom, 
 apple and cherry and plum, no pear, lovely snowy 
 blossom, lovely trees, and the colours of the greens, 
 you can't imagine ; with here and there a frame 
 cottage, and here and there a few cattle browsing, 
 and the mountains rising on each side. Its just a 
 fertile strip runs right through the valley, and be- 
 yond that it grows stony. " But the town is 
 different," said the dark-eyed Captain. "I know," 
 continued the other. " It belonged to the French 
 once, and there is some of the old artillery there 
 yet, but it's been burnt down and rebuilt so often, 
 it looks new. There is a good deal of shipping, 
 and a great number of negroes ; and outside there 
 are Indians camping in the woods." 
 
 •' Well, it was in the lower part of the town I 
 was stationed," proceeded the first speaker, "where 
 all the colored people live, off the dykes, low-lying 
 ground, it was banked in from marsh arid river. 
 
 "I was visiting with another girl one day, as 
 usual, when an old darky woman told us there was 
 a sick girl upstairs. So we climbed up a rickety, 
 narrow, old, broken set of steps, and pushed open 
 a door that was hanging loose from its hinges, and 
 there in the corner, on what might once have been 
 a mattrass, there was crouched a white girl. The 
 moment she saw we were Salvationists she just 
 screamed out : • God, have mercy on my soul ! ' 
 and though we talked and prayed, we couid get 
 nothing from her but that cry, ' God, have mercu 
 on my soul ! ' She kept screaming that till we 
 left. Next day she was quieter, and we found she 
 had eaten nothing for four days. She had no 
 shred of clothing but an old quilt wrapt around in 
 
 rags, and filth indescribable, simply with 
 
 I ! ! (here follow some details we prefer to pass 
 over). Poor Cadet turned deathly white, and had 
 to go out. After we had got her some food, we 
 brought some soap and water, and did our best to 
 wash her, but oh — horrors ! — you couldn't imagine 
 how indescribably ghastly she was, with a loath- 
 some sickness that was destroying her. Then we 
 went to the doctor, and he said it wasn't safe for 
 us to go near her. However, as we told him, we 
 were not afraid, we trusted in God. So every 
 morning I soaked a little shawl in camphor, and 
 wrapt it over my mouth, and sprinkled the place 
 well with carbolic acid whilst I washed and tended 
 her, and took her food four times a day, for she 
 was SQ raTenouBlj hungry she would shove it in 
 
 her mouth and hurt herself, unless we fed her 
 with only a little. The i she began to talk. She 
 told us she had committed an unpardonable si)i, 
 she could never be forgiven, but she would not tell 
 us what, or take any comfort, however we read or 
 prayed. 
 
 " At last, after we had tended, and clothed, and 
 fed her some time, she began to feel we loved her. 
 Then she told us her story, and what lay so heavy 
 on her conscience. 
 
 "At one time her parents had been respectable 
 and quite fairly well off. There was a colored 
 servant who had been with the family before she 
 was born, and he had made a fuss with her till the 
 child grew to like him. 
 
 "By-and-by her father and mother both died, and 
 she went to live with her grandmother, and the 
 negro servant went too. But the grandmother 
 wasn't good to the poor girl. At length the servant 
 persuaded her to run away with him, promising to 
 support her and care for her. But he took her 
 away outside the town among the Indians, and 
 they lived together there although she was only 
 fifteen. 
 
 "Then all her trouble commenced. He was such 
 a great tall hulk of a fellow, and so lazy that he 
 had to spend all he could earn on his own eating, 
 and she was obliged to wash for her living, and 
 finally the frightful sickness and suffermg had 
 overtaken, and left her prostrate and helpless in 
 the filthy hovel, surrounded with none but colored 
 people of the lowest class, and with a tortured 
 conscience. 
 
 " You could tell she was not ignorant, for she 
 spoke so nicely, and she knew enough of the Bible 
 to know how wrong she was ; but the curious part 
 of it was that the sin that troubled her now so 
 terribly was not ihe living with him, but the pride 
 that had kept lier from marrying a black man, 
 although he had been willing all along ; and this 
 was the awful cloud that she felt stood between 
 her and her hope of peace with God. Tliis was 
 the " unpardonable sin " that had caused her to 
 shriek out in agonized desperation to God to have 
 mercy on her soul. This it was that stood between 
 her soul and Christ. 
 
 " As soon as we found out, we asked her if she 
 was willing to marry him now, if he would. ' Oh 
 yes! ' she said. So we hurried down to the docks 
 where he worked, to*try and hunt him up. Then 
 we asked him to marry her, and he consented to 
 be there next day. By this time she was getting 
 pretty low, and in the most horrible state, you can 
 conceive. We arranged with a kind Methodist 
 minister, and bought the license (we got it out of 
 a s^^ecial collection we took up at our meetings, to 
 help ;iay for that aud her coffin). 
 
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A STRANGE BRIDE. 
 
 21 
 
 I 
 
 10 
 
 " 6n the morning we fetched the minister, and 
 the man to witness ; but when we arrived they 
 stood back at the sight of the stairs, they were so 
 rickety and old it seemed they scarcely could bear 
 their weight. However, they got up at last, and 
 if ever a wedding service was cut short and hurriea 
 through, that was ; for the minister, though he 
 was so ^ood, wasn't as used to the atmosphere 
 surrounding her as I was, and it seemed as if it 
 would Huffocate him, although we had got her 
 looking quite nice in white sheets and things, 
 compan d to what she had been. 
 
 " All I could do, as I saw that huge, black fellow 
 kneelirg down beside her mattrass, was to lean 
 against the table and cry. It was so pitiful to see 
 him taite her little, thin hand in his — it lay like a 
 tiny white speck in his great dark palm — as the 
 minister joined them man and wife. The service 
 finisled, they hurried into the fresh air again, aad 
 left us alone with the bride and bride-groom. We 
 talked and prayed with him until he broke down 
 and cried too. 
 
 "Themomentshe was married, strangely enough, 
 she seemed to rise in her soul, and right along 
 after that she had as beautiful and clear an ex- 
 perience, I think, as any one I ever met. It seemed 
 a weight was lifted off her conscience at once. 
 She was too weak to move. She did not live long 
 after, and though she suffered terribly, it was all 
 well in her soul. We still tended her three or four 
 times a day till the end ; and the poor thing was 
 always so grateful to us. She said she felt she 
 would have died, and been lost, if we had not 
 
 come. I don't know about that, but she always 
 had a smile for us, poor dear I The last time we 
 saw her she bade us good-bye, and told ua she was 
 so thankful she was right w<th God. She died 
 that night, just while we weij holding our meet- 
 ing, so we did not get there in time." 
 
 The Captain paused, and as we glanced at her 
 we saw the dark eyes were floating in a mist of 
 tears. 
 
 "You loved her, Captain -did you?" we 
 queried. 
 
 " Love her I I should think so. People won- 
 dered how we could go near her and wait on her, 
 as we did, for nearly three weeks ; but we didn't 
 think much of it, it was only what any Salvation- 
 ist should do. God seemed to lift us right above 
 the disagreeable part of it. 
 
 " But though I cried so much when she died, I 
 was thankful, because just afterwards we had 
 marching orders, and men officers followed us. I 
 don't know who would have tended her when we 
 were gone." 
 
 The Captain dried her eyes. Meditating, we 
 looked upward, and this is the text we lit on, 
 pasted to the desk : 
 
 " The Son of Man came not to be ministered 
 unto, but to minister." 
 
 "Oh, but the Annapolis valley is so lovely! " 
 struck in again our other comrade. If you only 
 could see it in Spring, when the orchards are 
 loaded with their pure white snowy clouds of blos- 
 som i Oh, lovely, lovely ! Oh t the delicious 
 greens of the trees, don't you know 1 " 
 
 ARMY VERSUS PRISON. 
 
 BY STAFF-CAPT. MRS. READ. 
 
 f£j|F the many and varied ways in which we 
 ^^^ reach the numbers that in God's hands our 
 Rescue Work has been instrumental in 
 saving, perhaps the police court cases, 
 those who have been handed over or " sentenced 
 to the Salvation Army " by judges and magis- 
 trates, instead of going to prison, have been 
 among the most fruitful. We subjoin a typical case. 
 * ♦ * 
 
 It was Sunday morning. Within the walls of 
 one of our Canadian city prisons two Salvation 
 Army officers are conducting a little Salvation 
 meeting. 
 
 In the motley congregation is one in whom we 
 
 are especially interested. A young girl of about 
 seventeen summers, young in years, but with an 
 experience which nothing but the power of Divine 
 grace can obliterate from heart and memory. 
 Drink and sin have brought her down from a res- 
 pectable home, a loving mother's care, to the 
 degrading position of a prisoner in a common 
 gaol. 
 
 As those Rescue officers sang and spoke of 
 Christ's love for the sinner, and His willing- 
 ness and power to break all the fetters and 
 chains the devil has forged to enslave them, 
 wbo can tell of the thoughts which flashed 
 through Minnie's mind? Were they of the 
 comfortable home that was hers no longer, 
 
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SB 
 
 ABMY VERSUS PRISON. 
 
 on account of her sin ? of a good mother who 
 was probably at that very time grieving over and 
 longing to know the whereabouts of her erring, 
 wandering child ? Or it may be that her heart 
 had travelled in sad remembrance to the time 
 when her father was taken from his earthly 
 home and his sorrowing family. 
 
 True it is, that as the meeting advanced and 
 Minnie listened with eager attention, new desires 
 began to spring into existence and gradually 
 increase, until they developed into a firm and 
 fixed resolve to give up her sinful life and become 
 a good girl. How sincerely she repented her evil 
 career, and how she longed to live that life these 
 Army girls talked about, she will- never be able to 
 express. 
 
 Oh, if she were only free from this prison, how 
 faithfully she would follow Jesus. She felt sure 
 He would help her, although no one had any 
 faith in her : even the police thought she was a 
 hopeless caqe, still she felt that He must love even 
 Iier, if the officers' words were true. 
 
 But it cannot be possible that so soon she will 
 have an opportunity of putting all her good reso- 
 lutions into effect. Yes, it is quite true, the 
 meeting is over, and she is roused from her reverie 
 by the Captain's gentle voice addressing her. 
 Would she come to the Army Rescue Home, if 
 free to do so, and be a good girl ? 
 
 Yes, 0, yes, how gladly, her tongue fails to ex- 
 press ; but there is that terrible trial awaiting her 
 on the following morning, and her heart fails 
 again ; but in an unexpected way she is going to 
 be helped out of her piteous position. The iron 
 
 bolts are to be withdrawn, and she is going oat 
 
 free / 
 
 * * ■* 
 
 I 
 
 The police court is very hot and crowded this 
 sultry tfuly morning. Case after case is being 
 disposed of. Suddenly a prisoner who elicits 
 sympathy from the by-standing crowd stands in 
 the dock. As her trial proceeds, though she had 
 no learned Q.C. to plead her cause, she had an 
 intercessor, and one who pleads Iter's very efieo- 
 tually, and finally carries off her client to a place 
 of love and safety, viz.. The Army Rescue Home, 
 on a suspended sentence of some months. But 
 the months have passed away, and Minnie is still 
 free — not only free from the iron hands of the law, 
 but a free girl in Christ Jesus. 
 
 To quote her own words, she says : — " Hove 
 the Home very much ; it is the place where God 
 saved me. I did not know I had a soul to save. 
 My heart had got so hard, the officers have taken 
 a mother's place to me, and I have God's promise 
 that He will be a Father to the fatherless. I feel 
 that I am getting better every day. God has done 
 so much for me, I want to do all I can to help to 
 save other poor girls." 
 
 :tc * V 
 
 This is just one snatched from among the thous- 
 ands — yes, thousands — who are yearly passing 
 from brothel to police court, from police court to 
 
 prison, and thence to well, some of them to a 
 
 suicide's unhonored grave and a harloi's hell. 
 
 " 0, Lord Jesus," our hearts wail, V* help us, 
 oh, help us, and others who ought to do something, 
 to save the thousands." 
 
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 RESCUED FROM A GILDED HALL. 
 From a Winni2)eg Paper, 
 
 A LETTER FROM A YOUNG WOMAN — EXPERIENCE IN A 
 . RESCUE HOME. 
 
 The following letter was recently received by 
 Captain Lauler, of the Salvation Army Rescue 
 Home, from a former inmate, who recently secured 
 a situation in the country : 
 
 The Farm, 1891. 
 
 \EAR MOTHER,— You will be glad to know 
 ■* that I am getting on well, both bodily and 
 spiritually. God is giving me the needed spiritual 
 strength day by day to do my work, so as to glorify 
 Him through it. I know, praise God, that I am 
 growing in grace — that I have not the hankering 
 after sin and the evil desires I once had, and that I 
 love Him more, and am seeking to know and do 
 His will. God is keeping me good because I am 
 letting Him lead me. I loved sin, and very soon 
 I should have filled a sinner's grave. But God 
 had patience with me, and when Major led our 
 little meeting in the Home, God convicted me, 
 and very soon I was willing to come publicly 
 and confess my sins, and God did a definite 
 work in my soul. I never forget to pray for 
 you and the girls in and out of the Home. — 
 Hattie. 
 
 The above letter is only a sample of the many 
 letters received from rescued girls in the various 
 Homes in Canada. That was a case where a young 
 girl was taken in by the Winnipeg branch, and 
 later on became a servant in a private family, and 
 who, on leaving foF the home of her parents, 
 stated she was sorry to leave such Christian 
 friends, and that none but God could repay Capt. 
 Lauler and her staff for the manner in which they 
 had saved her from shame and for the way they 
 had worked to benefit her spiritually and other- 
 wise. To any of the Christian ladies who have 
 never looked into the work done by the Rescue 
 staff, Capt. Lauler invites them to the Home, which 
 is always open for public inspection, and to those 
 who do not like to call but would like 
 to make donations of either cash, food, or cast- 
 off clothing, the same will always be gladly 
 accepted. 
 
 FROM ST. JOHN, N. B. 
 
 OD is working mightily for us, and we have 
 ^ at present five girls and two children in the 
 Home. The devil is loth to give them up, but we 
 are snatching our wandering lambs out of the jaws 
 of the lion. Most of the girls are now saved. At 
 the meeting the other night, one who has been 
 terribly convicted and almost in despair, came to 
 the Cross while we were singing these precious 
 
 words : 
 
 • 
 
 " CoDBider awhile ere you Blight Him, 
 Do not open those nail-printa anew. 
 But remember His Bufferinss on Calvary, 
 And the life-blood He abed there for you." 
 
 She has not yet got quite through, but God will 
 answer prayer. 
 
 * * a 
 
 One young lassie, who has been notorious for 
 years, and was brought from one of the meetings 
 quite drunk, has got saved. The desire for drink, 
 tobacco, and vice has all gone. Her own words 
 show the change God has made. She said : " I 
 have asked God to give me a wakeful spirit, so 
 that I can wake up in the night to pray, and He 
 does, and when I get out of bed and kneel on the 
 floor to pray. He blesses me, so I do not feel it 
 cold." Her life is very much changed. Before 
 she could get right she had to write a confession 
 to some friends, and ask their forgiveness, which 
 done, God gave her victory. Will all our com- 
 rades please pray that we may have real spiritual 
 success in our Home. 
 
 YOUNG IN YEARS -OLD IN SIN. 
 
 i^HE same old story — vile, unhealthy influences 
 surrounding childhood, followed by wild 
 companions in youth, gradually leading on to 
 drink and a life of outward sin. Little wonder 
 before she is eighteen, Mary finds herself in prison 
 and for her conduct, still unchecked, uncurbed, 
 she drifts on for another year. Thank God she 
 has come to an end of her sin now, we trust for- 
 ever. Her loving Saviour, ever watchful over her 
 wandering steps, has guided them at last into one 
 of our Rescue Homes. Now, every hope is enter- 
 tained of her future being a bright, happy, and 
 useful Christian life, as she has given every evi- 
 dence of a change of heart. 
 
 It was as soon as she had a chance that she 
 gladly turned her steps heavenward. May she 
 always have grace and strength not to retrace 
 them. 
 
24 
 
 BLIGHTED HOPES. 
 
 QTILL another, so young, only twenty, but 
 M#* such a dark experience of life I Married 
 when little past childhood, to find out her hus- 
 band to be far from what she expected to find him. 
 Spending all hia earnings in drink, he refused to 
 support her and their one child. 
 
 Driven to desperation, she seeks a life of sin, to 
 support her little one. When her kind (?) pro- 
 
 tector found she would not provide for him in the 
 same way, he would not allow her to have her boy. 
 Her mother love conquered her fear of him. She 
 stole her little one away. However, God's Spirit 
 took possession of her. She got converted, came 
 to one of our Rescue Homes, and to-day is living 
 an honest, upright, and pure life. 
 These are a few of the encouragements by the way. 
 
 WEE FRANKIE. 
 
 " The ctaild'a sob in the silence curses deeper 
 Than the strong man in his wrath." 
 
 —ilrs. Browning. 
 
 ^HANKIE'S fair Uttle face first dawned 
 upon my horizon in the crowded 
 police-court as I sat shivering with 
 horror over the story of her mother's 
 fit of drunken frenzy and brutal ill- 
 treatment of her one baby-daughter. There was 
 a sudden stir in the neighborhood of the Rescue 
 corner, as a flashily-dressed woman . with a tell- 
 tale, thickly powdered face, made her way to a 
 seat beside me. She was followed by a diminu- 
 tive mortal in red frock and white pinafore, who 
 lingered for a moment with wandering curiosity 
 
 among th^ tall blue- 
 coated policemen, an 
 indescribable expression 
 of " knowingness " 
 curving her Hps. As 
 she stood there, an 
 artist might have 
 coveted her as a tempt- 
 ing model for some 
 hovering cherub - face. 
 Long, dark lashes 
 shaded the roguish 
 blue eyes; misty, golden 
 curls waved around the 
 dimpled, exquisitely 
 tinted face ; but that 
 look — no cherub-bud of 
 heaven this — simply an 
 earth-born babe, drink- 
 ing in deep draughts of 
 the dread knowledge of 
 sin. She condescended, 
 graciously enough at 
 first, to sit upon my 
 knee, long enough for 
 me to notice a great 
 
 
 bald patch amidst thesoft, shining curls, and to 
 receive my companion's muttered explanation 
 of — " Her mother did it. Yes, drunk. Neighbor 
 of mine. Wish I hadn't come ; police made m^. 
 Don't know anything much about the woman." 
 The poor drink-bedrenched creature in the dock 
 was shaking her head warningly in our direction. 
 Frankie, with a suduen pettish gesture, sprang 
 from my arms into her friend's lap, returning 
 my pitying pat with a quick viperish flash of her 
 tiny red tongue, and a glance of selfish malice, so 
 unexpected that one could not forbear a smile, 
 although the tears welded up in one's heart over 
 the exceedmg pitifulness of the incongruity. The 
 baby-face, at once so cherubic in its curves and 
 coloring, yet so full, withal, of impish expression. 
 
 A contrast-picture from home-life flashes across 
 my memory as I write. The pure, white inno- 
 cence of baby darlings kneeling lovingly at my 
 side, with no thought of anything but unbounded 
 confidence in the "Armyvation " aum with *'two 
 crooked SS. on." Carefully shielded from every 
 rude blast, watched over with love's deepest in- 
 terest at every step of life's journey. You need 
 her not, precious children, not, at least, aa earth's 
 sin-distorted, sin-besmirched Frankies need her, 
 even although they return tenderness with 
 suspicion and uncouth gestures. God has called 
 her from you, and Hia will is the law of her life. 
 The Frankies are equally precious with your- 
 selves, bound, perchance, by the tenderer tie of 
 yearning pity to the heart of the Christ-child. 
 Ah I where am I ? Far away from that dis- 
 mal police-court. Let us return from the 
 " dream-children " back to the trial of Frankie's 
 mother. 
 
 The principal witness said not a word, as she 
 stood fearleaaly on the rail of the witness-box 
 
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WEE FRANKIE. 
 
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 beside the horrified magistrate, peering at her 
 over his spectacles; but that white bald spot 
 testified loudly to all. This even was not the 
 latest charge, we learn, after tortured fancy recoils 
 from the picture — a golden curl torn in one great 
 handful from its bleeding roots. Witnesses tell of 
 Frankie kicked foot ball fashion across the yard, 
 the interference of neighbors only inducing 
 the resolution to fetch an axe and kill her out- 
 right. 
 
 No fiend in human form was Sarah S . 
 
 Drink maddened her, that was all. I visited her 
 in prison, and her one cry was : — " My baby, oh 1 
 don't let them take my baby from me i " Away 
 from the fiery demon ehe was a noble-looking 
 woman, full of '• grand possibilities " — what hu- 
 man soul is not ? The whole family drank more 
 or less. Once we took a message to a sister from 
 Sarah in prison " over the Don." We wandered 
 from room to room, each dirtier, if possible, and 
 more cheerless than the last, through an appar- 
 ently deserted house. The children were scattered 
 through the streets at play, all except the baby 
 whom we discovered at last lying on its drunken 
 mother's breast as unconscious as herself. It was 
 almost impossible to brush off the files covering 
 them both. Another time, raging with drink, 
 she slammed the door in our faces. " No, I 
 don't remember," she said shamefacedly, the 
 other evening when I stood by her sick- 
 bed of repentance, " I must have been very 
 
 tipsy." 
 
 * * * 
 
 "Whom do you think we have got now?" 
 asked a Rescue officer on one of my frequent visits 
 to the Receiving Home. "Frankie's mother. 
 She came asking us to take her in and keep her 
 away from the drink." 
 
 Thankfulness on Sarah's account was mingled 
 with apprehension for Frankie left at a drunken 
 aunt's mercy. 
 
 " Cannot you take in Frankie, too ?" 
 
 Yes, the captain thought it could be managed. 
 Frankie was installed the very next day, and at 
 once became pet and plaything of the Home. It 
 was a pretty sight to see her golden curls mingled 
 with her "Cappy's" smooth dark hair as she 
 clung lovingly to her, repeating obediently the last 
 
 new lesson. Yes, she loved everybody, but 
 
 •• Desus best." 
 
 * * « 
 
 It was a sad day when Frankie's little, clinging 
 hands were unclasped from " Cappy's " gown, and 
 she was borne off to the hired apartments where 
 her father had decided to recommence house- 
 keeping operations. 
 
 The door is never slammed now. A hearty 
 welcome always awaits us. Entreaties to " come 
 again to-morrow," pursue us down the ricketty steps. 
 
 How will it all end ? Only God knows. Of 
 this one thing we are certain — the magnet of His 
 love is drawing all these souls to Himself. He is 
 willing, so willing, to clasp them all with the arms 
 of His lovingkindness. Will they resist the 
 attraction and gravitate to darkness and des- 
 truction ? We do not know ; but we trust He will 
 use once more His Army as a hand to snatch them 
 from their sin and all its unfailing consequences. 
 
 And Frankie's future ? We believe, dear Lord ; 
 we do believe Thou hast promised us this little 
 lamb ; we leave her on Thy Heart. We believe ; 
 do Thou help us to do our utmost to rescue ber 
 and the other neglected ill-treated babies in 
 earth's dark habitations of cruelty. Arouse our 
 sisters to come to our help. Show them, as Thou 
 hast shown us, that " service " consisteth not in a 
 multiplied church attendance, listening delightedly, 
 in its " dim religious light," to the deep rolling 
 organ, and pealing anthem sweetly rendered by 
 the carefully trained voices of white-robed choris- 
 ters, forgetting to listen, or too spiritually sleepy, 
 to care to catch the loud-rising wail just outside, 
 the chorus of the starving souls who need our 
 active service " to compel" them into Thy King- 
 dom of righteousness and peace. 
 
 Nay, there is One listening. His ears are open 
 to the cry. He has opened ours ; we praise Him 
 for it! Beloved, whoever you are, will you let 
 Him open yours, will you follow Jesus on active 
 service for every perishing soul ? Are you willing 
 to be '* set apart to suffer " with Him here ? Then 
 you will reign with Him hereafter, be •' set apart" 
 to share the ineffable joy of eternity, following 
 the Lamb from glory unto glory " whithersoever 
 He goeth." Choose, and choose quickly. " The 
 day is far spent ; the night is at hand." 
 
» 
 
 RESCUE SONGS. 
 
 ONLY A FALLEN SISTER. 'GAINST DARK REGIONS, 
 
 CAPT. WERRY. 
 
 Tune. — Onfy a Pansy Bloasovi. 
 
 aNLY a fallen siater ! ivandering through the 
 streets, 
 
 Careless of her future, unheeded by those she 
 meets ; 
 
 Out in the cold world straying, in sorrow and dis- 
 grace, 
 
 So few look in mercy upon her, or show a friendly 
 face, 
 
 Where can she look for pity — where shall she go 
 for aid, 
 
 Who will rush forth and render help that has long 
 been delated ? 
 
 Cho. — Only a fallen sister ! 
 
 But for her Jesus died. 
 His blood will fully cleanse her. 
 There's refuge in His side. 
 
 Only a fallen sister I "only," they say, but, oh! 
 
 If they but realized it — if they could only know ; 
 
 Could they but feel the anguish, that daily tills 
 her breast. 
 
 They would not so lightly speak of her, nor hard 
 and careless rest. 
 
 Hearts would be sympathetic ; kind, loving words 
 bring cheer, 
 
 Strong arms extend toward her, bringing deliver- 
 ance near. 
 
 Only a fallen sister I tell me, 0, tell me why 
 Many a proud professor passes her coldly by ; 
 Do they forget that Jesus for sinners lived and 
 
 died. 
 And that He loves her in her vileness no less than 
 
 hearts of pride ? . 
 Shall we stand by and see her, borne by sin's 
 
 current down. 
 Into the sea of ruin, 'neath its dark waves to 
 
 drown ? 
 
 Only a fallen sister I tell her there's help at hand. 
 Spread the blessed tidings of mercy throughout 
 
 the land. 
 Tell her of Christ the Saviour, whose love can 
 
 ne'er decay, 
 And that Calvary's fountain is open to wash her 
 
 sins away. 
 Haste to the rescue, comrades, fearlessly face the 
 
 foe. 
 Lift up the faint and fallen out team the pathway 
 
 of woe. 
 
 WE are marching o'er the regions, 
 Where the slavery of sin 
 Is enforced by hellish legions. 
 
 But we light and we shall win. 
 Step by step we march along, 
 
 Never daunted, fearing none. 
 We gladly fight and certain victory 
 Is our song. 
 
 With sword and shield we take the field, 
 
 We're not afraid to die, 
 While our standard of the Cross is waving o'er ua 
 
 We raise on high our battle cry, 
 
 And hell's power defy ; 
 Scattered by our ranks the foe falls down before us. 
 
 Cho. — March on ! march on ! 
 Heed not the cannon's roar ; 
 March on I march on I 
 
 There's a crown when the ' attle's o'er. . 
 
 Have you heard the voice of weeping. 
 
 Have you heard the wail of woe ; 
 Have you seen the fearful reaping. 
 
 Of a soul that sinks below ? 
 Rouse, then, who by Christ are freed. 
 Heed, oh heed, the world's great need, 
 To save the lost, like Him Who saved you. 
 Forward speed ! 
 
 In the darkest hour remember 
 
 Him Who on^the Cross has died. 
 So that every captive's fetter 
 
 Might be broken, cast aside ! 
 Grip your weapons, soldiers brave I 
 Forward, dying souls to save ! 
 Fight on, until in every land 
 Your colors wave I 
 
 RESCUE THE PERISHING. 
 
 ESCUE the perishing, care for the dying, 
 a) Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave ; 
 Weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen, 
 Tell ihem of Jesus, the mighty to save, 
 
 Cho. — Rescue the perishing, care for the dying ; 
 Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save. 
 
 Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter. 
 Feelings lie buried that grace can restore ; 
 
 Touched by a loving heart, wakened by kindness, 
 Chords that were broken will vibrate once more. 
 
 Rescue the perishing, duty demands it ; 
 
 Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide; 
 Back to the Narrow Way patiently win them ; 
 
 Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died. 
 
SAVED TO SAVE. 
 
 27 
 
 The Lord hm done n grf.nt (Ual for Sergp.ant Emma, Once she waa in the " Way oj Ihll" 
 she in devoting her time to soothing those sins and sorrows she so iveU understands. 
 
 Now 
 
 , — Enclosed you will find a 
 
 letter from my Sergeant. She has given 
 you two or three special cases that we had 
 to deal with. 
 
 The first is a girl in a sporting house, who had 
 left her husband, but hearing us talk made up her 
 mind to try and live with him. The last we heard 
 of them they were together in the States. 
 
 The second is an Indian girl spending her holi- 
 days in Victoria, got drinking and was in a bad 
 state. The S. A. officers brought her to the 
 Rescue Home, and when she got a bit sobered up 
 she was ready to fight. We were not able to 
 make her understand our language, so had to go 
 and find a policeman to talk to her. He explained 
 the fact that she either had to go to bed or the 
 look-up. So Emma had the pleasure of attending 
 to her wants for the night, but once asleep she 
 was all right. 
 
 The third was brought to our notice by the 
 policeman, who told us of the poor Indian woman. 
 It seems that she or some other one had been 
 passing and heard the cry of children, and on 
 going to find what was the trouble found this 
 poor woman choking, consumption having settled 
 on her, and her little children were on the bed 
 crying and pulling her about, thinking she was 
 dying. Upon looking after her, making beef tea 
 and attending to her in general, she said she was 
 ready to die, and loved Jesus, and so the Lord 
 took her. Her home was one little room. She 
 would rather be there than go among strangers 
 in the hospital, though they would be good to 
 her, but she liked her own people (Indians) and 
 could talk very little English. 
 
 These are only a few of the cases we have to 
 deal with. The work is hard, but God is for us. 
 Yours, for the Kingdom, 
 
 Captain P . 
 
 in * * 
 
 THE RESCUE HOME SERGEANT'S STORY. 
 
 We are still sowing the seeds of eternal life and 
 believing and praying they may not fall in stony 
 places. 
 
 One poor girl whom we visited listened to all 
 we told her. She could not understand our being 
 converted and saved, yet she was going to try. 
 She had a husband, and she went to him to do 
 the best she could. The Salvationists said they 
 were happy doing good, and she was going^to try 
 
 and do the same. We are praying that she may 
 soon realize that Jesus died for her, that there is 
 pardon at the Cross. 
 
 A poor inebriated Clucbman (Indian woman) 
 strolled into the barracks, staggered to the peni- 
 tent-form, and when the meeting was over the 
 officers brought her to the Home, where we made 
 her a strong cup of tea, and gave her pickles and 
 crackers. She became partially sober and threat- 
 ened to blacken our eyes. We told her if she did 
 not go to bed she would only be put in the lockup 
 till the morning, so she consented to go to bed, 
 but refused to be undressed. After a good deal 
 of persuasion I got her to bed properly. She left 
 in the morning, promising to come back to break- 
 fast. She was only going to tell her brother 
 where she slept, fearing he might think she had 
 slept in a barn. 
 
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 Being informed by the police sergeant that 
 there was a woman, with two little children, dying 
 alone, we started to find her, and in a hovel of 
 one room she lay, too far gone to speak loud, and 
 two beautiful children her constant companions. 
 Her attendants were women who came in once in 
 a while, and men going to and from their work 
 would give her a drink. Her medicine she re- 
 fused. We made her beef tea, got milk, a feed- 
 ing vessel, and got her a pass for the hospital, 
 but she blankly refused to go there, so she died 
 amidst drinking, cursing and poverty. 
 * * « 
 
 Our work is very difficult, it is so hard to reach 
 the class we want to deal with when we go visit- 
 ing. They tell us on opening the door, " You 
 can come in, but you must not talk Salvation 
 Army," but, thank God, we are not in the house 
 very long before the questions are, " How did you 
 get into the Army ?" " What did they say ^;o you 
 when you went to them ?" '• Are you happier 
 there thati with us ?" and I am enabled to tell 
 just what Jesus Christ has done for me, and that 
 I know He can do the same for them. So with- 
 out preaching to them they are convinced that 
 there is a reality in this salvation, and when we 
 leave they all ask us to come again, so we are 
 believing that ere long their doors will be open to 
 us, and with Christ as our Captain we are 
 determined to win, no matter how hard the fight 
 may be. His grace will be sufficient. 
 
 Serqt. Ehma. 
 
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 STARTLTNO STATISTICS. 
 
 WHAT CHILDREN CAN DO. 
 
 \EAR FRIEND,— Enclosed you will find five 
 
 dollars, wliicli we wish to be used in tlie 
 
 iiiten'sfs of the Children's Refu};o at 
 
 Toronto. We should like it to have been more. 
 
 but we are only a small class. May God hloss the 
 
 work ! 
 
 Wilmot Webster, Treasurer; Clement Foster, 
 SecreUtrji. 
 
 H. Piirkinson, \ 
 
 Delraer Webster. [ Scholars. 
 
 C. Prouse, ) 
 
 Marion B Piiior, 
 
 Mariposa Sunday School. Teacher. 
 
 * * m 
 
 The above note was sent to one of our officers 
 from a Sunday School class of boys, who take up 
 a collection amonc; themselves every Sunday for 
 mission work. The officer had sent them a few 
 copies of '*Baby Toughs." Their hearts were 
 drawn out in sympathy to our poor homeless ones 
 by what they read, and they felt that the Lord 
 wanted them to give the Children's Shelter the 
 benefit of their yearly offering. 
 
 A GHIL'S TESTIMONY. 
 \X^HEN I came to the Home, I was so drunk 
 
 ^^ I hardly knew where I was, and it was 
 hard work for me to stay, but I fought it out. 
 Then God's Spirit took hold of me. At last I 
 yielded and gave myself to Him, and now I know 
 I am saved and Ho keeps me day by day. 
 Though I am not now in the Home, yet I know 
 Jesus is with me where I am working. I thought 
 one time there was no reality in religion, but by 
 watching the Mother and Cadet of the Home and 
 listening to the earnest prayers daily offered for 
 me, I could not help but yield and give myself 
 up, seeing through them there was reality. Now, 
 praise God, I am proving it daily. I was down 
 deep in sin, almost on the brink of hell, but God 
 stretched out His hand and rescued me, and now 
 I am a rescued girl for Jesus. , 
 
 I 
 
 STARTLING STATISTICS OF THE CANADIAN RESCUE HOMES 
 
 For Year ending December 31st, 1S!)1. 
 
 No. of cases received 20() 
 
 These have been disposed of in the following manner : 
 
 No. sent to situations l;« 
 
 " " " friends Ki ■ 
 
 " married 5 
 
 •• died 2 
 
 " unsatisfactory fll 
 
 No. sent to Hospitals 22 
 
 " " "other Homes 2 
 
 Total 200 
 
 Others have been sent to the Hospital, but liave 
 returned to the Homes after illness. 
 
 No. of children receivt'd during year ending Decem- 
 ber 3Ist, 1891 : 
 
 No. received out of neirly 400 applications 108 
 
 These have been disposed of in tlie following manner : 
 
 Sent to otiier Homes 8 
 
 " " parents ;Vi 
 
 Adopted 14 
 
 Died. 17 
 
 Put out to nurse 4 
 
 In Homes at present ',W 
 
 Total 108 
 
 CRIMINAL STATISTICS. 
 
 The following is the number of female prisoners 
 committed to the common jails of Ontario during the 
 year 1890 : 
 
 Women over 10 years of age 1077 
 
 Girls under " " " " 50 
 
 IN TORONTO PRISONS ALONE. 
 
 No. of women In 18ji() m) 
 
 " " " " 1880 832 
 
 Increase V.M 
 
 In 1800, 4.573 prisoners were committed to jail for 
 drunkenness. Of this number 80;{ were women. 
 
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 It is a fact that we are to a large extent crippled in this glorious ivork for 
 want of money. We could do far more to rescue poor fallen girls and others if 
 we possessed the means. Mjiny ivho read this little pamphlet -will doubtless be 
 in a position to help. They may have much of this world's goods and should 
 remember that they are God's steivards, and that their property^ their money, 
 their goods are only entrusted to their care, and must be put out to usury to the 
 very best advantage. On the Last Great Oay God's stewards will be called to 
 give an ace. unt of their steward'-hip. ^Remember and profit by the Parable of 
 the man who buried the one talent. You may not see y. ur way clear to become 
 a ^"scue Oficet and battle in the thick of this awful fight, but you can do the 
 next best thing fi.e ) furn'sh us with mjmy and mean's to push ba:k thi gates of 
 hell an i snatch and rescue souls from the burn ng. We urgently appeal to such 
 friends and pray that ivhilc seeing the great need they will not shut their bowels 
 of compassion, but will send along a good donation. 'Read the slip below and 
 act as God's Spirit and your own heart promts in this important matter. 
 
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 HELP IS URGENTLY NEEDED. 
 
 Take Pajiticulau Notice : 
 
 BE:aS.iUfflCSUISB5 
 
 // after reading the foregoing thrilling accounts and 
 interesting fact^i in connection ivith this noble, Cliristiike 
 work, any of our readers feel led to practically help it, they 
 can sign their tiame^ ti'gtther with the amount they desire to 
 give, in the space below. 
 
 I have great pleasure m giving ■$_ 
 rescue of the fallen. 
 
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 |^--'GOD LOVETH A CHEEBITUL GIVEK.":=J 
 
TESTIMONIALS. 
 
 WHAT KEV. OR. HUGH JOHNSTON' THINKS AMOUT OIK WOIJK. 
 
 So words of mine are needed in cornniendation of this Hescue Worlt of the Sivlvation Army. With tlio iovo 
 of Christ in tlu> heart, and, a Helf-Nncrifliio tliat is full of heroism, enerKetic and di-voted women liavc gono down 
 to their degraded and fallen sisters, taken them by the hand, encouraged them to come out of llielr evil sur- 
 roundings and find thi-ir place attain with the pure, and true, and rooH. 
 
 This Refuge in Toronto hns already elevated scores of degnided lives, and given hope and salvation to many 
 hopelesa, helpless outcasts. liittle children are being housed, rescued from misery, and a future opened 
 before them. 
 
 God bless the Salvation Army! Whi'e other professinK ("hrintians are talkinK about the work and singing 
 " Rescue the I'erishing." they are down in the slums, gloves oil", coats oti', slifvi's lulled up, doing the rough but 
 necessary work by new and unconventional methods, and snatching men and women as imrnds from the imnii'm. 
 If we can do no more let us give them our prayers and our tinancial assistance in currying on tlieir large-ha "./^ed 
 and practical schemes to uplift our fallen humanity. iiit-ii iiv "irkv 
 
 Toronto, January Kith, 1HU2. 
 
 DR. WII.DS TKSTIMONIAL. 
 Dear Friend,- I am pleased to learn you are going to give to the general public a small Iwok di^scrllilng the 
 Rescue Work in our Dominion. I greatly rejoice that a kind i'rovidence has raised up the Salvation Army to do 
 needful Christian service in so many ways. I freely suppose t hat a knowledge of your ial)ors, and others it the 
 same line will help to create a greater public Interest and lead to a more general .support. You are doing a work 
 for which we are all glad. I pray God to bless you and all your co-laborers, aud I liope your little l)ook will 
 have a large sale. 
 
 Yours kindly, JOSi:i'H WII.I). 
 
 STA1M''-IXS1'ECT0R ARCIIIHAi.D Al'I'ROXIX 
 
 STAI KINSI'KCTOK's DKI'ART.MKNT, 
 
 TouoNTo, . January l."ith, IHIfJ. 
 
 Having been asked for a testimonial in n'ferenco to the ciiaracter and ed'eit of the Rescue Department of the 
 Salvation Army Work in Toronto, making special reference to the work done for women and children, i have 
 verj' great pleasure in acceding to the recjuest, and I .-peak advisedly as well as from personal knowledge and 
 occular demonstration when I state that I believe that this Ifescue Work was providentially organized to meet 
 an exigency growing out of the strict enforcement of law for the sun|)ressi()ti of vice, and to meet other urgent 
 and pressing demands arising from the departmental work of which I am head. As cases have been of fre()uent 
 occurrence where women and children were thrown on the hands of the authorities In destitution and liomeless, 
 without any institution in which to place them until the opening of these Homes, since which we have never 
 been refusea admission for womankind or children, no matter what their condition, and that too without cere- 
 mony and red-tapeism. And as the result a large number of women, girls of all ages and children, have l)een 
 provided for, many of them helped into positions of respectability and usefulness instead of being useless to 
 themselves and a source of annoyance to the community, so that the usefulness of this Institution has been 
 oilicially recognized in Toronto by being placed on the list of Institutions to which aid has lieen granted by the 
 City Council. 
 
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