Oh, My Margaret--my Margaret! No One Can

All The Earth, Though It Were Full Of Kind Hearts, Is But A Desolation And Desert Place To A Mother When Her Only Child Is Absent.

The French Girls Would Tell You, To Believe That You Were Pretty Would Make You So.

But Suppose It Was Truth Double Strong, It Were No Truth To Me If I Couldna Take It In. I Daresay There's Truth In Yon Latin Book On Your Shelves; But It's Gibberish And No Truth To Me, Unless I Know The Meaning O' The Words.

Of All Faults The One She Most Despised In Others Was The Want Of Bravery; The Meanness Of Heart Which Leads To Untruth.

How Shall I Ever Tell Aunt Shaw?' She Whispered, After Some Time Of Delicious Silence. 'let Me Speak To Her.' 'oh, No! I Owe It To Her, - But What Will She Say?' 'i Can Guess. Her First Exclamation Will Be, "that Man!" ' 'hush!' Said Margaret, 'or I Shall Try And Show You Your Mother's Indignant Tones As She Says, "that Woman!"