In former times there was a real belief in supernatural things among the
simple-minded, a belief which, it seems to me, was much more in
accordance with the Christian character than the senseless unbelief in
every thing which cannot be explained according to natural laws, which
is certainly very much the case at the present day among the wise and
learned, and much more to be regretted than the credulousness of other
days.
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NAUGHTY MARIAN.
[Illustration: NAUGHTY MARIAN.]
I thought to find my little girl,
When I came home at night,
With brow unruffled as her curl,
And smiles of love as bright.
I thought she'd jump upon my knee,
And tell me all she'd done,
In reading, study, work, or play,
From morn till set of sun.
Is this my Marian? No, indeed!
Not such a frown had she!
When my own little girl comes back,
Just send her in to me!
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MORNING HOUR.
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I.
The buds and the blossoms,
How bright to the view!
Like jewels and diamonds
They sparkle with dew.
II.
The sun's rising beams
Have kissed each bright flower:
How lovely the scene!
How peaceful the hour!
III.
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