His Views and Principles
heart; I remember his voice rising shriller yet in the hymn:—
Oh tell me about the Sheep,
Oh tell me about the Fold;
I want to hear 'bout the Ninety-and-nine,
And the One that was lost in the cold.
Still I remember the pathos on that little face, when the child's teacher, whose suspicions had been aroused by a strong odour, found half-a-score of tiny packets of peppermint lozenges, which the lad had brought to school, in the hope of disposing of them at a penny a packet. Many such incidents as these come to my memory, and in the last scene there are wedding bells and an extremely prosperous business in Wandsworth, and I am amazed, as I say, that such a story as this has not appealed to any of our rising dramatists. From such sources as these, I thought, will the play of the future be constructed; playwrights will have realised that there is no need for them to pry into the dark corners and unsa-
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