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POETRY (Continued):

Gipsy Jim, by. Una,' 454

God is Love,' by A, E. Holdsworth, 234

Lavender-sprays, by A. E. Holdsworth, 119

Love and holiness, by A. Bergeant, 247

Luther's cradle-song, 539

Luther's hymn, 489

Morning and evening worship, by Ray

Palmer, 360

My heart is fixed,' by Sarson, 87

Nature's lessong, by Heber, 303
Psalm lxxxiv., George Sandys 473
Psalm cxvi. 1, , y Rev. Arthur Brigg, 475
Redemption nigh, by Rev. Samuel Wray,

Prison mission, a story of the, 372

Bratton, Mrs. Annie, 476

Payne, Mrs. Elizabeth, 476

Religion in lowly life : a brief memoir

of Mrs. Mary Gilchrist, 330

Seed-thoughts for preachers and


The closed door, by Bishop A. Cleveland

Coxe, 318

The new year, by Ray Palmer, 40

• The Son of Man hath not where to lay

His head,' by Anne Lutton, 216

The visible and invisible, by Jane Budge,


"These forty years,' by Annie E. Holds.

worth, 553

teachers, 238

Seeking the face of the Lord, 318

'Self-employment in Secret,' 439

The bush-meeting, 566
The lapwing, 478

new-year's homily, 7
The Water-Street Mission, New York,


Torpedo factory, a visit to a, 283

Tract libraries, 472

A consecrated life,' 208


Afterwards, 13


Arachne, 367

14, 67, 133, 157, 217, 261, 303,

360, 405, 446, 501, 552
Barlow, Mr. James, J.P., 385
Beauchamp, Mr. John, 211

POET-TOILERS: Prologue, 166; The

factory-worker, Lucy Larcom,
California, 126

166; Daniel Macmillan, book-
Captain Rust,' 79, 106

seller and publisher, 248; Mary
Cheshire water-worlds, 224, 272

Carpenter: social reformer, 289;
Devout women, a group of, 112

James Clerk Maxwell : scientific

• Echoes from the Welsh Hills,' 494

investigator, 341; John Duncan:

weaver and botanist, 416; Wives

Jerry M'Auley's story, 559

and mothers in the age of home-

Luther, Martin, 481, 529

spun, 466;

Annie Keary: the

writer, the home-keeper, 520;

Lutton, Anne, 208

Alfred Saker: Apostle to the
M'Arthur, Alderman Sir William, Cameroons, 545
K.C.M.G., M.P., 49

Pont Aberglaslyn, 463
Martyrs, Huguenot, the last of the, Potter, Andrew Jackson, the 'fighting
97, 181

parson' of the Texan frontier,


pet lamb restored to the fold, 31; Smith, George, of Coalville, 1

Taken from the gutter,' 57 ; A Smithies, the late Mr. T. B., 433

meeting interrupted, 61: An in- Somerville, Mary, 352

fidel's conversion, 119; Betrayed

The alchemist, 511

by a friend, 171; Good Mother
Giles,' 256 ; A shower of blessings,

The danger-flag, 401

The lost, found, 337
325; A brand plucked from the

The new law courts, 63
burning, 395

The race for life; or, A missionary's
New South Wales, a glimpse of, 175,

adventure, 320

Waddy, Mr. S. D., Q.C., M.P., 145

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GEORGE SMITH, OF COALVILLE. А" MONG the many philanthropists of our time, there is probably

none who has done better work and won scanter acknowledgment than George Smith, of Coalville. After generations will marvel that in this enlightened age' such a hero should have gained such comparatively slight recognition from his contemporaries, and should have been allowed to spend money, health and strength in his


long, unselfish struggles for the helpless and the oppressed little ones, whilst so many others have risen to honour and affluence by taking up a good cause and advocating it at its own expense.

GEORGE SMITH was born at Clayhills, Tunstall, on February the 16th, 1831. His father, William Smith, was a good Primitive Methodist Local Preacher, whose life was one of hard toil—a brave and successful battle with straitened means and surrounding iniquity.

He was a good man and tender-hearted; but his own life of hard work had begun eqrly—he had been employed in the brick-fields before he was six years old!—so when George was only seven he also was sent into the brick-yard. This is his own account of his toils--surely no Egyptian task-master ever exacted so terrible a tale of bricks from captive Israel's little ones :

• At nine years of age my employment consisted in continually carrying about forty pounds of clay upon my head, from the clay-heap to the table on which the bricks were made. When there was no clay, I had to carry the same weight of bricks. This labour had to be performed almost without intermission for thirteen hours daily....On one occasion I had to perform a very heavy amount of labour. After my customary day's work, I had to carry twelve hundred nine-inch bricks from the maker to the floors on which they

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