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Mary pulled gently, and the earth was so wet that 
it came up easily. She gathered a few more, and 
then ran along by the side of the brook to look at 
the thousand others that rejoiced in the light, and 
listened to the sweet hum of the waters. What a 
spectacle ! Mary had never seen its like, and she 
never forgot its glory. Years after, when she grew 
up and lived within the brick walls of a city, and 
was not so happy as now, the vision of that spark¬ 
ling brook and its thousand splendid flowers, would 
make her forget her sorrows for a time, and be again 
a happy child, wandering in the gardens of nature, 
listening to its voice, and learning wisdom and grati¬ 
tude. 
Not even when the Lobelias in her hand told her 
they were poisonous, (perhaps they wished to be 
released and thought to frighten her,) was the spell, 
that enchanted her broken. She had forgotten that 
