as Treffy himself, and he would
not on any account have it injured. And so he hastened upstairs to see
who it could be that was turning it this morning. On his way he met his
landlady, who said that a gentleman was waiting for him in his parlor,
who seemed very anxious to see him, and had been sitting there for some
time. And, when Christie opened the door, who should be turning the
barrel-organ but his old friend, Mr. Wilton!

They had not met for many years, for Mr. Wilton had settled in another
part of England, where he was preaching the same truths as he had once
preached in the little mission-room. But he had come to spend a Sunday
in the scene of his former labors, and he was very anxious to know how
his friend Christie was getting on, and whether he was still working for
the Saviour, and still looking forward to "Home, sweet Home."

It was a very affectionate meeting between Mr. Wilton and his young
friend. They had much to talk about, not having seen each other for so
long.

"So you still have the old organ, Christie," said Mr. Wilton, looking
down at the faded silk, which was even more colorless than it had been
in Treffy's days.

"Yes, sir," said Christie, "I could never part with it; I promised my
old master that I never would, and it was his dying gift to me. And
often now when I hear the notes of 'Home, sweet Home,' it takes my
thoughts to old Treffy, and I think what a happy time he must have had
in 'the city bright,' all these fifteen years."

"Do you remember how you used to want to go there too, Christie?"

"Yes, Mr. Wilton, and I don't want it any the less now; but still I
should like to live some years longer, if it is His will. There is so
much to do in the world, isn't there, sir? And what I do only seems to
me like a drop in the ocean when I look at the hundreds of people there
are in these crowded courts; I could almost cry sometimes when I feel
how little I can reach them."

"Yes, Christie," said Mr. Wilton, "there is a great deal to do, and we
cannot do a tenth part, nor yet a thousandth part, of what there is to
do; what we must strive after is, that the dear Master may be able to
say of each of us, 'He hath done what he _could_.'"

Then Mr. Wilton and Christie knelt down and prayed that God would give
Christie a blessing on his work, and would enable him to lead many of
the people, in the courts and lanes of that wretched neighborhood, to
come to Jesus, that they might find a home in