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it might do them good; for the world, bright & beautiful as it is, will ever be in mind of all that is noble in life & human character. But I know that the above wish will not be granted. There are not many who read my Journal; neither | it might do them good; for the world, bright & beautiful as it is, will ever be in mind of all that is noble in life & human character. But I know that the above wish will not be granted. There are not many who read my Journal; neither is my pen powerful enough to touch the secret heart & create therein the needed impressions. Still with this lack of power against me, I re-write my sketch, which is [[only?]] | ||
The Boquet. | The Boquet. | ||
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"See father what a beautiful boquet I had sent to me this morning. " said a fair, | "See father, what a beautiful boquet I had sent to me this morning." said a fair, young girl to her father as he entered his home at the close of summer's day. | ||
" | "Yes, I see," answered the gentleman, coming forward & bending over a large boquet of fresh, beautiful flowers which occupied a conspicuous place on the center table in the sitting room, "'tis indeed a very fine collection." | ||
"And what is more "said the happy girl "it has filled the room with its fragrance | "And what is more "said the happy girl, "it has filled the room with its fragrance all day. Let me [[turn?]] where I would, its color, like a sweet breath, has greeted me." | ||
"Are you the only one to whom it has | "Are you the only one to whom it has thus silently made known its fragrance?" | ||
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12 it might do them good; for the world, bright & beautiful as it is, will ever be in mind of all that is noble in life & human character. But I know that the above wish will not be granted. There are not many who read my Journal; neither is my pen powerful enough to touch the secret heart & create therein the needed impressions. Still with this lack of power against me, I re-write my sketch, which is only?
The Boquet. " " "See father, what a beautiful boquet I had sent to me this morning." said a fair, young girl to her father as he entered his home at the close of summer's day. "Yes, I see," answered the gentleman, coming forward & bending over a large boquet of fresh, beautiful flowers which occupied a conspicuous place on the center table in the sitting room, "'tis indeed a very fine collection." "And what is more "said the happy girl, "it has filled the room with its fragrance all day. Let me turn? where I would, its color, like a sweet breath, has greeted me." "Are you the only one to whom it has thus silently made known its fragrance?"