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have not, for the things we are relieved of, the 

 things we escape, — for our conveniences, — that 

 we are thankful nowadays. Life is summed up 

 with us in negations. We tally our conveniences 

 only, quick-detachable-tired, six-cylindered, sev- 

 enty-horse-powered conveniences. To construct 

 eighteen-million dollars' worth of destruction in 

 the shape of a gunboat ! to lay out a beautiful 

 road and then build a machine to " eat it " ! to 

 be allotted a span of time and study how to an- 

 nihilate it ! O Lord, we thank Thee that we have 

 all the modern conveniences, from cucumbers at 

 Christmas to a Celestial Creche ! Heaven is such a 

 nice, fit, convenient place for our unborn children ! 

 God is their home. The angels take such gentle 

 care of them ! Besides, they are not so in the way 

 there ; and, if need be, we have the charity chil- 

 dren and other people's children ; or we have the 

 darling little sweet-faced bull-terrier pup. 



For myself, I have never had a little cherub- 

 faced bull-pup, but at this present writing I am 

 helping to bring up our fourth baby, and I think 

 I see the convenience of the pup. And I am only 

 the father of the baby at that ! 



To begin with, you can buy a pup. You can 



