It is Never Too Late to Mend Chapters LXII and LXIII

In which a party of friends, tempted by the charms of a rare Sabbath stroll in the southern climes, ventures to a homestead where an exile bird’s song conjures the tender memories of English fields and vanished youth. Amongst rough men softened by the bird’s melody, the haunting strains evoke home and innocence, revealing the abiding power of simple beauty to touch even the hardest hearts.