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Show NOTHING COMPLETED. I once had the curiosity to look into a little girl's work box. And what do you suppose I found? Well, in the first place, I found a "?? purse," about half done; there was, however, no prospect of its ever begin finished, for the needles wore out, and the silk upon the spools was all tangled and drawn into a complete wasp. ?? this ??, I took up a nice piece of perforated paper, upon which was wrought ?? of a Bible, and be ?? the words. "I love -"; but what she loved was left for me to guess. Beneath the Bible board I found a sack evidently ?? ?? for some ??; but it had come to a stand just upon the little heel, and there it seemed doomed to remain. Near to the sock was a needle book, one cover of which was neatly made, and upon the other, partly finished, was marked "To my dear-" I need not, however tell you all that I found there but this much I can say, that during my travels through that workbox I found not a single article ?? and silent as they were, these half-finished, ?? things told me a sad story about the little girl. They told me that, with a heart full of generous a affection, with a head full of usual and pretty projects, all of which she had both the means and the skill to carry into ?? she was still a useless child-a ?? doing, but no ?? accomplishing her work. It was not a want of industry, but a want of perseverance. Remember, my dear young friends, that it matters but little what great thing we merely undertake. Our glory isn't in that but in what we accomplish. Nobody in the world cares for what we mean to do; but everybody will open their eyes by and by to see what men and women and little children have done.-Children's Friend. |