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the unerring archer, and then he
plunges into life’s tide anew, to float
with its hurrying current, or struggle
for the pebbles on the shore.

A few months passed on, and
even the husband forgot, in a mea-
sure, that he had been a prey to the
spoiler. But there was one heart
that grieved as it is not good to grieve.
One little heart that, night after might,
beat upon the cold sod, and poured
out its grief like water. It was the
daughter’s heart. Poor little stricken
heart! poor Laura Wingate! The
neighbors feared that the child would
die; and good Mrs. Page (the pas-
tor’s wife) prevailed on the father,
who, though it was lonely for him,
at last consented that Laura should
go for a time to the parsonage. The
warm sympathy of a heart that loved