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UNOPENED PARIELC .117 thus you see, Honor, the words of the poet are no fiction. And it is possible, that 'men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things; that even a fault repented of may lead us to a deeper feeling of right and wrong than we had before." "Do you really think so, papa ?" I asked; for the doctrine seemed to me rather different from the tendency of many pretty story-books I had read. I hope so, at any rate, Honor," said my father; "but it is too large a subject to begin now. We have sat the fire out.. Let us go up to mamma to tea." "After all, there is one thing you have not explained, papa," said I, breaking a silence just before bidding good-night. "When I called the walnut-shell with the gloves inside 'wonderful? the first night, you said, H'm! not so wonderful as when the walnut was there.' Do you remember