Sister Dora. i6i 



as can be, "This is our man." I'm only a sleeping 

 partner with John in them after all. It's the same all 

 through ; go to your dogs, or out to your flocks, and see 

 every sheep, and even the little lambs, the cows with 

 their kind, glowering eyes, the chickens, and every liv- 

 ing thing run from you to throng round the hand that 

 feeds them. There is no real purchase in money, you 

 must win friendship and ownership in the lower range 

 of life with kindness, companionship, love ; the coin of 

 the realm is not legal tender with Trust, or Habeeb, or 

 Brownie, nor with any of the tribe. 



Let us not forget to chronicle a visit paid to Wal- 

 sall, the scene of Sister Dora's labors. It is only seven 

 miles from Wolverhampton in the very heart of the black 

 country. Dr. T. drove us out to the crowded smoky 

 town, and we followed him through the hospital and 

 heard from the officials many interesting stories of that 

 wonderful woman. Our friend the Doctor also knew 

 her well. She has been known to rush through a crowd 

 and separate brutal men who were fighting. The most 

 debased of that ignorant mining and iron manufacturing 

 population seemed under her influence to an incredible 

 degree ; but then her sympathy and her tender devo- 

 tion to every human being in distress were no doubt 

 the secret of her power. A desperate case was brought 

 into the hospital late one night. The physicians pro- 

 nounced his recovery hopeless, but Sister Dora was not 

 satisfied ; indeed, she seemed to feel instinctively that 



