ar old organ, which he had loved so
much, had helped to make him more miserable.

The doctor had looked into the attic again according to his promise, but
he said there was nothing to be done for Treffy; it was only a question
of time, no medicine could save his life.

It was a very terrible thing for old Treffy thus to be slipping away,
each day the chain of his life becoming looser and looser, and he
drawing nearer each day to--he knew not what.

Treffy and Christie were counting anxiously the days to Sunday, when
they would hear about the second verse of the hymn. Perhaps after all
there might be some hope, some way into the bright city, some entrance
into "Home, sweet Home," through which even old Treffy's sin-stained
soul might pass.

And at last Sunday came. It was a wet, rainy night, the wind was high
and stormy, and the little congregation in the mission-room was smaller
than usual. But there was an earnest purpose in the faces of many who
came, and the clergyman, as he looked round at the little company when
he gave out his text, felt that many of them had not come from mere
curiosity, but from an honest desire to hear the Word of God. And he
lifted up his heart in very earnest prayer, that to many in that room
the Word which he was about to speak might be a lasting blessing.

The mission-room was very still when the minister gave out his text.
Little Christie's eyes were fixed intently on him, and he listened
eagerly for every word.

The text was this: "The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us
from all sin."

The clergyman first reminded them of his last Sunday's sermon, of the
bright golden city where they all longed to be. He reminded them of the
first verse of the hymn:--

"There is a city bright,
Closed are its gates to sin."

And then he asked very gently and tenderly, "Is there any one in this
room who has come here to-night longing to know of some way in which he,
a sinner, can enter the city? Is there such an one here?"

"Ay," said little Christie under his breath; "there's me."

"I will try, by God's help, to show you the way," said the clergyman.
"You and I have sinned. One sin is enough to shut us out of heaven, but
we have sinned not only once, but hundreds of thousands of times; our
souls are covered with sin stains. But there is one thing, and only one,
by which the soul can be made white and clear and pure. My text tells us
what it is,--'The blood of Jesus Christ.'"