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"Save our blessings, Master, save, From the blight of thankless eye." Lyra Innocentium. There is not a more charming sight in the domestic world, than that of an elder girl in a large family, amusing what are called the LITTLE ONES. How could mamma have ventured upon that cosy nap in the arm-chair by the fire, if she had been harassed by wondering what the children were about? Whereas, as it was, she had overheard No.
"Save our blessings, Master, save, From the blight of thankless eye." Lyra Innocentium. There is not a more charming sight in the domestic world, than that of an elder girl in a large family, amusing what are called the LITTLE ONES. How could mamma have ventured upon that cosy nap in the arm-chair by the fire, if she had been harassed by wondering what the children were about? Whereas, as it was, she had overheard No.
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