Part 18 (1/2)

”Where do you think I could find hiot to look for so like that I don't knohere he is, but he's helping somewhere”

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A SLEEPING CHILD

How happy are thy days! Hoeet thy repose! How calm thy rest! Thou slumberest upon the earthupon his bed of down And the reason is--that thou hast a gracious God and an easy conscience A stranger to all care, thou awakest only to resuer

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A full-blown rose besprinkled with the purest dew, is not so beautiful as a child blushi+ng beneath her parents' displeasure, and shedding tears of sorrow for her fault

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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child

--_Longfellow_

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He who does not correct his own child, will later beat his own breast

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The future destiny of the child is always the work of the mother

--_Napoleon_

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A child's eyes! Those clear wells of undefiled thought! What on earth can be more beautiful! Full of hope, love, and curiosity, they ! In sympathy, how tender!

--_Mrs Norton_

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These little shoes! How proud she was of these!

Can you forget how, sitting on your knees, She used to prattle volubly, and raise Her tiny feet to win your wondering praise?

--_William Canton_

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