A preacher in the East End of London was speaking of the love of God-so full and boundless-and compared it to the love of a mother, which remains constant and true even when her children sinned. "Nothing," he said, "can destroy the love of a mother." At the close of the service, when he went out into the cold, rough night, a little girl in rags pulled at his coat with a trembling hand, and said: "Please, sir, you forgot something tonight. There is something that can take away a mother's love." "What do you mean, my child?" he asked. "Please, sir, liquor will. It took away my mother's love, and I know."
