THE GOOD PILTYSICIAN. V2

all which had happened to her, or passed jn her
mind the last evening she was out, commencing
with Mary’s remonstrance to her on ueglecting
her mother’s caution to her in regard to wet
feet. This was a confession very mortifying to
Lucy’s pride, and therefore you may be sure that
it was not made without a great effort; and tears
were in her eyes as she said, in conclusion, ‘“ And
so, papa, when I told you my shoes came off in
the bog, I told a story; for I untied them, and
drew my feet out of them. Do you think God
can forgive me for telling such a wicked story
for such a silly thing ?”

“My dear daughter, God can and will for-
give every sin which we heartily repent and
forsake.”

Lacy was silent a while, and then, in a trem-
bling voice, she said, ‘“‘Papa, you always said
you could trust to my truth; but you can never
trust me again, I am afraid.”

“As truly as ever, my daughter,” said Mr.
Lovett, kissing her tenderly. ‘Had I detected
you, Lucy, in the least unacknowledged and un-
repented falsehood, I could not have trusted to