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We in one mother’s arms were locked, 
Long be her love repaid! 
In the same cradle we were rocked. 
Round the same hearth we played. 
Our youthful sports were all the same. 
Each little joy and woe; 
Let manhood keep alive the flame, . 
Lit up so long ago! 
—Charles Sprague. 
Wood - <§)orrel. 
This plant shuts its leaves at night; hut at the first dawn of day 
opens them. Peasants say they sing the 'praises of their Creator: 
The Peace of God, or Joy of a Good Conscience. 
“.Which surpasseth all understanding.” 
— St. Paul. 
TT GENERAL remedy for all trials , no matter whence they come, and 
/-L a sure source of consolation, will be found in the love of God and a 
good conscience. 
We know by experience that such is the case; for crosses and trials 
in this life are generally chastisements that the just God sends to pious 
Christians, as well as to the wicked; and, indeed, He sends more of them 
to the former than to the latter. 
But see, which of the two is the more afflicted: a good, conscientious 
man, or a wicked and vicious one? Which of the two is the more easily 
consoled in similar trials: a pious, virtuous woman, or a vain, frivolous, 
and worldly-minded one ? Which of the two will give w 7 ay to noisy lamen- 
