So strangely, yet so kindly, that my thoughts will roam
To him for aid.

Yes, mother; yes, to-night,
Trust me with that Masonic jewel, I
Will keep it safe; perhaps this very man
May know of some one who would like to buy,
At least he'll let me know its worth, I can
But do the right.

Mother, deny me not,
I'll go as "Esther went unto the king,
God will protect me if the night is wild;
Perhaps some bright ray of sunshine I may bring,
Pray that good angels may surround your child,
And guard her lot."




Ethel's Mission.



Out in the blinding and pitiless sleet,
The young girl goes on her errand blest;
She starts at each sound on the lonely street,
As she longs for, but dares not dream of rest.

She knows not the worth of the gem she holds