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“T thought God heard me,” said the boy.
I answered with a nod;
I could not speak, but much I thought
Of that boy’s faith in God. Rev. Dr. Hawks.

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THE CHATTERBOX.
From morning till night, it was Lucy’s delight
To chatter and talk without stopping ;
There was not a day but she rattled away,
Like water for ever a dropping.

As soon as she rose, while she put on her clothes, ,
'T was vain to endeavor to still her ;

Nor once did she lack to continue her clack,
Till again she lay down on her pillow.

How very absurd! and have you not heard
That much tongue and few brains are con-
nected ;
That they are supposed to think least who talk
most?
Their wisdom is always suspected.

While Lucy was young, if she’d bridled her
tongue
With a little good-sense and exertion,
Who knows but she might now have been our
delight,
Instead of our jest and aversion. Taylor.