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 LITTLE MARY AND HER WICKED FATHER.

"What shall I do? What shall I do?" the wicked father said, As in agony of spirit he rose up from his bed, And earnestly entreated his wife to kneel and pray; Alas! dear Mary's mother had ne'er been taught the way.

"I cannot pray, dear husband," the trembling wife replied. "Oh, then, what can I do?" in bitterness he cried. "Perhaps," she said, "our Mary has learned to say her prayers, She seems so good and holy." He hastened up the stairs

Where slept that young disciple, a child of seven years; Her father gently woke her, then, bursting into tears, He said, "O, can you pray, my child; has Jesus taught you how? And will you try to pray for your poor father, now?"