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 BEDEMPTION. 95 the first time. Suddenly his busy fingers stopped; he had made a mistake, and wet- ting his finger, he tried again and again to rub it out, as he had been in the Irabit of doing on his slate. "My son," said his mother, there are some things you can never rub out; do you know that God writes down all you do in a book? He writes down every naughty word, every disobedient act, every time you indulge in temper, and shake your shoulder, or pout your lips, and, my boy, you can never rub it out." The little boy's face grew very red, and in a moment tears ran down his cheek. Google Digitized by