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"THESE THREE." It we, God's conscious creatures, knew But half your faith in our decay, We should not tremble as we do When summoned clay to clay."-Mortality. By the Author of "John Halifax, Gentleman." "BY your leave," whispered the Moss; but so gently as to disturb nobody-" by your leave" It was beginning to creep up an old broken red flower-pot, which stood on a rickety tea-box turned topsy-turvy under a shed. The broken flower-pot did not object, of course. Indeed, if it had had a heart to answer at all, it would have said, "By all means," and perhaps, "Thanks." As it was it stood still and said nothing, and the moss went on creeping.