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Please put the Bible in one scale, the papers in the other; 'Tis mine? 'tis mine! dear Willie cried, and ran to tell his mother. His little heart was full of joy as he ran home again; How he obtained the Bible, young reader, we'll explain.

He went to buy his mother, at noon, a pound of tea, And, when the grocer weighed it out, the child observed that he Turned round to tear a Bible that on the counter lay, He had bought it for waste paper, he said that very day.

He was almost out of paper to wrap his parcels in. Now the grocer could not read, and knew not what a sin It was to tear this Holy Book and take each well-worn leaf To use for such a purpose; but when he saw the grief