She would not, and when some of the men crowded round Mr Austin and told him how wretched and hungry they were, she shouted out, “ It’s all a plant! It’s all a plant! My boy (whoever he was) knows ’em ! He sells matches with ’em ! It’s all a plant!” The bread having been distributed, Mr Austin and those with him, assisted by the police and some of the outcasts themselves, sought out the most wretched boys, and asked them if they would like to go where they would be more comfortable. “ You go,” said a clean-looking lad, who had been taken to the Haven the previous night, and who looked all the better for the change, to several of the boys; “ it’s fine I can tell you.” Some did not want much persuasion, but others seemed hardly to understand what was going to bo done with them and were apparently half afraid they were going to be taken away to be locked up in the station house. Very soon, how ever, there was a general clamour of 1 “ Take me, master ! Take me ! I’ll go ! Do take me ! ” But many of those who wanted to go were too old. “ None over 16,” said Mr Austin, upon which there was a general cry from the rejected ones of, “ I ain’t 16, master. I’monly 15,” or “I, ain’t turned 16, master.” It was curious to note that while all this con versation was going on some of the outcasts never stirred at all ap parently too absorbed in their miserable contemplations to take any interest in what was going on. The scene was wit nessed by a good many well-dressed people. At length the boys who were to go were all got together, and a move was made to wards the van, into which they quickly climbed, laughing and talking loudly among themselves, and apparently de lighted at the sudden change f r the better in their fortunes. 