it all the long way from home, and quite a large number of them became important factors in the shipping trade of the district.  It was a frequent occurrence to see a poor child-boy passing through the village where I was brought up, on his way from Scotland to Blyth, or the Tyne, his feet covered with sores, and carrying a small bundle containing a shirt, a pair of stockings, and flannel pants.  This was his entire outfit.  My mother never knowingly allowed any of these poor little wanderers to pass without bringing them to our home.  They were promptly supplied with bread and milk while the big tub was got ready so that they might be bathed.  They were then provided with night clothing and put to bed while she had their own clothes washed, and mended if need be (they always required washing); they were then sent on their journey with many petitions to God for their safety and welfare.  Some of the villagers were curious to know why this gratuitous hospitality was given to unknown passers-by, and my mother satisfied their curiosity by pointing to her own children, and remarking, “Don’t we live within the sound of the sea? and I wish to do by these poor children that which I should like some one to do by mine if it ever should come to pass that they need it.”  Little did she suspect when these words were uttered that one of her own sons was so soon to be travelling in an opposite direction in quest of a cabin-boy’s berth.

One of the most touching memories of sweetness comes to me now.  It was a chill winter afternoon; a little boy stood out on the common fronting our house; the customary bundle was under his arm, and he was singing in a sweet treble these words, with a strong Scotch accent:—­

    “A beggar man came over the lea
       Wi’ many a story to tell unto me. 
     ’I’m asking for some charitie,
       Can ye lodge a beggar man?’”

The charm of his silken, childish voice quickly attracted attention.  He was put through the usual catechism by my parents, and this being satisfactory, he fell into my mother’s hands to undergo the customary feeding and bathing operations.  One of the questions my father put to him was why he sang “The beggar man.”  He said they told him at home that he could sing well, and as he had learnt this song he thought it might serve the purpose of bringing him succour, as he was very tired and very hungry.  He was the son of a peasant farmer on the outskirts of Kirkaldy in the Firth of Forth, and had walked the whole distance, his object being to apprentice himself to some shipowner.  This he succeeded in doing; and many years after, when he had worked his way into a position, he made himself known to me by recalling the occasion when he sang his way into our home.