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April 6, 1910.
"Come, Fred," called ou
"Yes, I'm coming," saic
had suddenly gathered oxt
itor.
MY MORNINi
I thank Thee, Lord,
My soul and body
1 pray Thee, Lord, 1
In all I do and thi
I may be kept from
And made both pi
DON'T
Once there was a little
in the corner of a room, '
thought; "for if I should g
two, and soon I would be
that a wise little fly?
In the same little room
broken a vase. Something
thp niprpc in A dnn't fo II ~
? *? wau auu C IV.11 11
, "No! no!" said she. "]
once, I might again, and pi
wrong stories. I won't bej
tie girl??Mayflower.
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a
just six years old. My gran
your paper. I am always gli
its children's column. I love &
yours are good. I am in 1
Reader. My grandma teacl
have a little typewriter, which
gave to me on my fifth birthdi
better than to write with a j
writing to you on it. The bird
ing, which tells me spring is 1
I can play out of doors mor
you win put mis in your pap<
to surprise father and mother
Your little friend
Mary Caffee R<
Wily, Va.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a
nine years old. We live in t
a pretty little town in West r
papa takes your paper. I go
school every Sunday and mar
tpachftr and of oniirsp sh? 1
kind of a teacher. We havi
chickens and I help mamma
Please print this, as I want
my papa.
Your little unknown fi
Gil be
Bangs, Tex.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a
seven years old. I go to scho
oke. My teacher Is Mrs. Bag
Sunday-school In the sumn
have a pretty little pet canar;
sings sweetly. His name i
THE PRESBYTERIAI
t one of his companions.
I Fred, wiping a mist that
rr his eyes.?Children's VisG
THOUGHTS.
for hnvincr Irpnt
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while I slept.
hat through this day,
nk and say,
harm and sin,
jre and good within.
BEGIN.
fly who saw a spider's web
'I'll keep away from it," he
et one foot in it I might get
caught altogether." Wasn't
i was a little girl who had
urVli cnororl in V* ? - ?
TT li.opvt N.U ill lit! tai, 11IUC
lother."
i I should deceive mother
etty soon I should be telling
gin." Wasn't she a wise litOur
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little girl Grandma takes your
dma takes stories to me. I hi
ad to read my letter to surpris
itories, and ther. Youi
the Third Ma
aes me. I Aspen, Va., March
my father
ly. I like it Dear Presbyterian
pen. I am nine years old. I gc
Is are sing- the summer, but w
lere. Now the winter. My fai
e. I hope long to Rough
jr. I want Church. Rev. B. F.
tor. We take your
, the other children's
obertson. have a pet kitty n
named Ella, a pige
fifteen chickens. I
little boy, my own. Hope I \
he edge of print.
rexas. My Your little u
to Sundaynma
is my Tola, Va.
is the best
e lots of Dear Presbyteriar
feed them, seven years old. I
to surprise abeth. I go to Pari
to Sunday-school,
lend, teacher. I hope to
rt Lentz. print, to surprise n
Y<
little girl, Roanoke, Va.
ol at Roan
is. I go to Dear Presbyteriai
ler, too. I eleven years old. I
l7 hlrd in tho fiffh err a H o
s Charlie. school in the sum
M OF THE SOUTH.
A DOLL THREE THOU!
The delight which a little gi
in getting hold of a doll that
when she was a little girl?a
china-hairprt litHe
...v.v- V
sleeves and very full ruffled
when compared with the fee!
experience over a doll now in I
doll is almost three thousand
When some archaeologists ii
Egyptian royal tomb they cj
containing the mummy of a 1
old. She was dressed and in
ting her rank,, and in her ;
wooden doll.
The inscription gave the nt
little girl and the date of her
_ 1 .?
aDout tne quaint little wood
however, told its own story,
in the arms of the mummy
the child had died with her b<
The simple pathos of this
hearts, after thousands of ye:
place in a glass case in the B
a great many children have gc
Companion.
Little Ones
paper and reads the can. I hav
ape you will publish Tiger. Wht
e my mother and fa- he jumps u
r little friend, four dolls,
iry Pickett Wilson. much. My
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the other d
i: I am a little girl, little 8torIe|
> to Sunday-school in mamma haE
e don't have any in rian for OV?
ther and mother be- You
Creek Presbyterian
Bedinger is the pas- _
. _ . Concord,
paper, and I enjoy
letters so much. I
amed Minnie, a pig Dear Prei
son named Lou, and ten years i
have a hen-house of every Sundi
vill see my letter in Mr. Hollad;
ther is an *
inknown friend, the Shorter
Dorothy J. Harvey. cat- I hop
waste bask*
Your little
x: I am a litSe boy,
have one sister, Eliz- Winnsbor
c Street school. I go
Miss Work is my Dear Prei
find my letter in eight years
ly grandfather. day and lo>
jur utile iriena, country on
George Van Lear. of horses, c
tie lamb fo
This Is my
1: I am a little girl, escape the
go to school and am surprise m>
and I go to Sundaymer
every Sunday I Randolph,
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SAND YEARS OLD.
irl sometimes experiences
belonged to her mother
quaint, china-headed and
vith low neck and short
skirt?is a tame thing
lings that any girl must
:he British Museum. This
years old.
vere exploring an ancient
ime upon a sarcophagus
ittle princess seven years
terred in a manner befitirms
was found a little
ime, rank and age of the
death, but it said nothing
en Egyptian doll. This,
T f nftf ^ * * ^i ' ? ? *
xb was au ugliuy CIHSpCQ
that it was evident that
;loved doll in her arms,
story has touched many
ars. The doll occupies a
ritish Museum, and there
me to look at it.?Youth's
e a pet kitten. Its name is
:n I sit down I call him, and
p into my lap. I also have
I like to play with them very
papa takes your good paper,
reading the little letters of
hildren and like to read the
3 for the children, too. My
i been reading the Presbytesr
thirty years,
ir little unknown friend,
Susie Scruggs.
Va.
sbyterian: I am a little boy
old. I go to Sunday-school
ly. Mv sister Is mv tMchop
ly is our preacher. My faelder
in the church. I study
Catechism. I have one pet
e my letter will escape the
et and I will see it in print,
friend,
James L. Smith.
o, S. C.
sbyterian: I am a little boy,
old. I go to school every
re my teacher. I live in the
a large farm, and have lots
ows and sheep. I have a litr
my pet. Her name is Dot.
first letter, and I hope it will
waste basket, as I want to
r mother. Your friend,
Randolph Smith.
Va.