HALF A DOZEN BOYS.
CHAPTER I.
INTRODUCES SOME NEW FRIENDS.
"'That among all the changes and chances of this mortal life,' intoned the musical voice of the rector, "'they may ever be defended by Thy most gracious and ready help, through Jesus Christ our Lord.'"
"Amen," responded the kneeling choir.
There was a moment of perfect quiet, as all bowed in silent prayer, and then the organist softly began to play the first lines of Barnby's All Saints' Hymn, "For all the Saints," and the boys rose for their recessional. Their bright, happy faces smiled down for a moment on the waiting congregation, and then their voices rose in the inspiring old hymn.
As the white-robed figures came down the steps from the pretty chancel, singing,—
"Oh, may Thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold,
Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old,
And win with them the victor's crown of gold.
Alleluia, Alleluia!"
more than one person in the congregation was touched by the solemn prayer, almost thoughtlessly offered. The eyes of one of their hearers grew misty as she watched the boyish faces, and tried to fancy the battles in store for the young soldiers.
As the leaders passed her, they gave her a bright smile of recognition, while high and clear rang their voices,—
"'But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day;
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The King of Glory passes on His way."