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 nation is the snare, the pitfall, the abyss of darkness and despair. Such beautiful flowers! run from them, touch them not. They are forbidden. Only just inside the fence, is sin, without it is safety. And it matters not what the sin is, be it great or small, we have no peace until we confess the whole, and seek pardon. Little Harry's father was a poor man, and it was rarely that a cent found its way into Harry's pocket, except on Sun- day, when his father would sometimes give him a cent to put into the mission- ary box. Harry often saw other little boys spending cents for candies and mar-