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MRS. OSGOOD.
"And now behold him kneeling there,
By the child's side, in humble prayer;
While the same sun-beam shines upon
The guilty and the guiltless one;
And hymns of joy proclaim through heaven,
The triumph of a soul forgiven."
MOORE'S "LALLA ROOKH."
"Mother, why does every one pass poor old Quady by without giving him
even a smile? Is not that the reason why he looks so sorrowful? He
looked so sad when I met him this afternoon, that I could not help
holding out the daisies which I had gathered for you, towards him; and
when he did not take them, but stood looking at me without speaking a
word, I asked him if he did not want the flowers to carry to his home,
and put them into his hand; and when I had come up with the
school-girls, who had run away when they saw him coming, I looked after
him, and he was still standing by the road-side, with the flowers in his
hand, watching us as we went up the street. Perhaps he was resting a
little, for it is a long way to the low home over the commons."
"Quady, my dear, no doubt feels that he is alone in the world, for he is
the only one that is left of a large tribe of Indians; all of his kind
are gone, and are buried, no one but himself knows where.
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