When this child became a man, he knew nothing of virtue and honesty.
His life was enveloped in a shroud of darkest crimes. Leaving India, he
went to Europe and from there sailed to America. Each year found him
better acquainted with court proceedings and prison walls. It was a
common thing for him to break into a man's house and steal every
valuable that he could find.

I recently met this man and heard from his own lips the dark story of
his life. As he was relating an account of a desperate burglary, I asked
him what he would have done if the man of the house had awakened.
"Please do not ask me." he answered. "I was always armed, and a man's
life was no more to me than a dog's. There are scenes that I can not, I
dare not, recall, for I am a changed man now."

Thank God, he is a changed man. He had not been too vile for God to
find. Jesus had cleansed his heart from all desire to do evil. Having
confessed his crimes and given himself up to be punished, he had been
sent to prison, but because of good behavior had been soon pardoned. He
is now spending his life among the lower class, whom he understands so
well and pities so much, trying to show them the way of salvation.

Note the atmosphere that surrounded the cradle of each of the babes of
whom we have been speaking. In the first home we find prayer, love,
hope, and tenderness; in the last, sin, hatred, crime, and villainy. Oh
that mothers everywhere would take warning! If only these two pictures
could be framed and hung in the recesses of every mother's heart where
they might teach their silent lesson! If only mothers might see how
powerful for good or evil is their influence; how the affections and the
mental powers may be moulded by prayer and maternal love, and how the