a sigh; 'an' his little sister too, purty little hangel; she's safe enough, thank God. She's wi' the Lord in heaven, but where the poor lad is the Lord only knows."
"Lost, then, is he?"
"Oh, ay, poor bairn, poor persecuted lad; falsely accused he wur, an* it seemed to break his *eart; he's never been heard of since."
"Do you think you would know him if he were to come back again?"
"Ay, I should know 'im among a thousand," said the old man, still keeping his eyes on the ground.
"Then look at me, Joe, and say if you know me."
Instantly he rose to his feet, and, coming close to Benny, looked straight in his face. Then raising his hands to heaven, he cried out, "Lord of mercy!" and fell upon Benny*s neck and wept.
We will not tire the reader with repeating the conversation that passed between Joe and Benny that night. Each had a hundred things to say to each other, and each a hundred questions to ask. Darkness had crept over the earth, and the great town was silent and still, ere Benny left Joe*s hut; and when at length he took his departure, Joe watched him until he had disappeared in the gloom, then looking up into the now star-lighted sky, he clasped his hands together, while the tears ran down his weather-beaten cheeks, and cried out "Now, Lord, lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen Thy salvation."
Next day Benny settled down to work with a fixed
