Dear Mr. Editor,—I have been born twice; firstly, in the village of Tilehurst, near the Town of Reading, Berks. My life has been  a chequered one. At the age of eleven I found my dear mother sitting in her chair dead. Her sudden exit was probably caused by heart-disease. Shortly after this, upon my father's remarriage, I left the parental roof, and have from that time been getting the bread that perisheth by the sweat of my brow. After spending a year or two in different places in the country, I went to the Metropolis, where for several years I was left to plunge into sin. My only wonder is that God did not banish such a Wretch from the earth. Returning to the Town…