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there is a story I have seen, about a French 

 woman, who was destitute of this instrument 

 and some others, and yet she could do a great 

 many sorts of work, and even write, draw and 

 sew" Yes, and the story was undoubtedly 

 true. I have heard stories like it before. I 

 have heard of a man, in the same condition, 

 who could write with his breast. His pen 

 was fastened to a girdle, and then he could dip 

 it in the ink, and write very well with it. 



But you should remember that these persons 

 could not make the pens and pencils to write 

 and draw with, or the needles to sew with. 

 Nor could the man have placed the pen in his 

 girdle. And there are a thousand other neces- 

 sary things which they could not do. Now if 

 everybody was like those persons, the whole 

 world would perish in fifty years, if not long 

 before. 



The human tongue is spoken of by an in- 

 spired writer as being a " little member," yet 

 boasting great things. So this small member 

 of the frame which we are talking of is a " lit- 

 tle" affair, but great things depend upon it. 



