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Show Some time ago a father sent his little lit-tle son upstairs for a book that was needed. The lad was gone a long time, and on the father going out of his room to ascertain why the hook was not coming, he saw the hoy sitting at the top of the staircase, sobbing as if his heart would break. "O, father," the little man cried, "it is too heavy;'l cannot carry it." In a moment the father was up the stairs, and lifting the had and the book in his strong arms, carried them both together. The child's tears all ceased and tha burden was gone; it was borne by his father and not by him. God grant that, some of us this week may begin each day with the blessed peace of those who "cast all their care on God." " |