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the gospel among the dark abodes of wretched 

 St. Giles'. 



D. worked diligently; so that when his sun 

 went down at noon, he had accomplished more 

 than would be deemed, by the bulk of those in his 

 sphere, a full day's labour. He has entered into 

 his rest, to shine as the sun, and as the stars, for 

 ever and ever, in the kingdom of his Father. Is 

 the prize that he has grasped, worth striving after ? 

 Go to St. Giles's, and do likewise. Is the work 

 that he has wrought, meet to be copied ? Go, and 

 gather the desolate little ones, whom he loved to 

 lead to Christ. I cannot resume the subject of a 

 flower, while my soul is oppressed with the sorrows 

 of thousands of perishing souls, enclosed in bodies 

 that also are perishing in want, and vice, and all 

 the fearful train of consequences attendent thereon. 

 If I begin with D. I shall be constrained to end 

 my paper, as he ended his life — in pleading with 

 the favoured children of God, for pity on the poor, 

 the destitute children of Erin. 



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