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I will sing a little before I work:"He that is down need fear no fall.He that is poor no pride He that is humble ever shall Have God to be his guide!"Thank ye for that, good John Bunyan! They say you were a poor boy yourself once; no better than a tinker. Very well, you are rich enough now, Idare say.I don't see after all, but that I can sing as gaily as if I had a thousand dollars. Money does not lighten people's hearts. There is squire Jones; he is rich; bat I never heard him sing a hymn in my life. His cheek is paler than mine, and his arm is thinner; and I am sure he can't sleep sounder than I do.No, I am not so poor either. This fine spring morning, I feel quite rich. The fields and flowers are mine. The red clouds yonder, where the sun is going to rise, are mine. All these robins, and lbrushes and larks are mine. I never was sick in my life. I have bread and water. What could money buy for me <a href="http://www.coachsoutletstoreonlines.com/">Coach Factory Outlet</a> more than this?/thought I was poor; bat lam rich. The birdi have no purse or pocket book; neitherhave I. They have no pains or aches; neither have I. They have food and drink; so have I. They are taken care of by their Creator; so am I.TASTE NOT, TOUCH NOT, HANDLE NOT. Instills "the never-dying worm!" TRUE AFFECTION.The three sons of an eastern lady, were invited to furnish her with an expression of their love, before she went on a long journey. One brought a marble tablet, with the inscription of her name, another presented her with a rich garland of fragrant flowers: the third entered her presence, and thus accosted her- <a href="http://www.coachsoutletstoreonlines.com/">Coach Outlet Online</a> "Mother, I have neither marble tablet nor fragrant nosegay, but I have a heart: here your name is engraved, here your memory is precious, and this heart f'.ill of affection, will follow you whefeever you travel, and remain with you wherever you repose." SELF-DENIAL.There were two little boys, named James and William. One day, as they were about starting for school, their father gave them two or three pennies apiece, to spend for themselves. The little boys were very much pleased at this, and went off as merry as crickets.'" What are you go\ns to buy, William?" James asked, after they had walked on a little way."I don't know," William replied, "I have not thought yet. What are you going to buy with your pennies?""Why, I'll tell you what I believe I'll do. You know ma' is sick. Now I think I will buy her a nice orange. I am sure it will taste good to her."You may if you choose, James; but I'm going to buy some candy with my money. Pa' gave it to me to spend for myself. If ma' wants an orange she can send for it. You know she's got money, and Hannah gets every thing she wants.""I know that," James said: "but then it would make me feel so happy to see her eating an orange that I bought for her with my own money. She is always doing something for us, or getting us some nice thing, and I should like lo let her see that I don't forget it.""You can do as you please was William's reply to this: "for my part, I don't often get money to spend for myself. And now I think of it, I don't believe Pa' would like it, if we were to take the pennies he gave us for ourselves and give them away, or what is the same thing, give away what we bought with them. Indeed, I'm sure he would not."I don-t think so, William," urged James; "I think it would please him very much. You know that he often talks to us of the evil of selfishness. Don't you remember how pleased he was one day when a poor chimney-sweeper asked me for a piece of cake that I was eating, and I gave him nearly the whole of it? If that gave him pleasure, surely my denying myself for the sake of ma,' who is sick, would please <a href="http://www.coachsoutletstoreonlines.com/">Coach Outlet</a> him a great deal more."William did not reply to this, for he could not very well. Still he wanted to spend his pennies for his own gratification so badly, ihat he was not at all influenced by what his brother said.In a little while, the two little boys came to a confectioner's shop, and both went in to spend their money."Well, my little man. w! at will you <a href="http://www.coachsoutletstoreonlines.com/">Coach Outlet Store Online</a> have ?"asked the shopkeeper, looking at William as he came up to the counter."Give me three pennies worth of cream candy," William said.

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