XXXIII.

"Mother," asked a child, "since nothing is ever lost, where do all our

thoughts go?"

"To GOD," answered the mother gravely, "who remembers them forever."

"Forever!" said the child. He bent his head, and, drawing closer to his

mother, murmured, "I am frightened!"

Which of us have not felt the same?

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