The Story of Patsy

"It makes a heaven-wide difference whether the soul of the child is regarded as a piece of blank paper, to be written upon, or as a living power, to be quickened by sympathy, to...

"When a'ither bairnies are hushed to their hame By aunty, or cousin, or frecky grand-dame, Wha stands last and lanely, an' naebody carin'? 'Tis the puir doited loonie,--the mith...

"Now God be thanked for years enwrought With love which softens yet. Now God he thanked for every thought Which is so tender it has caught Earth's guerdon of regret."

The next morning when I reached the little tin shop on the corner,--a blessed trysting-place, forever sacred, where the children waited for me in sunshine, rain, wind, and storm...

Monday morning came as mornings do come, bringing to the overworked body and mind a certain languor difficult to shake off. As I walked down the dirty little street, with its ro...

I make my way through the streets, drinking in the glorious air, breathing the perfume of the countless fruit stands and the fragrances that floated out from the open doors of t...

"With aching hands and bleeding feet, We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day and wish 't were done. Not till the hours of light ret...