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d with a voice of wondrous sweetness: Pray for them which despitefully use you and persecute you.Cristobal repeated the words, a soft light stealing over his face. I will remember, he said, looking up to meet the pleading eyes of the Child: but, lo! the whole face had melted into the aureola; nothing was left but light. Yet Cristobal was filled with a new joy; and, as he opened his eyes, his dream--if dream it were--changed, becoming as sweet and solemn as a prayer. It seemed to him that the

Griselda wondered, if this were so, how it was that Miss Grizzel took such liberties with them herself, but she said nothing. Here is my last summer's pot-pourri, continued Miss Grizzel, touching a great china jar on a little stand, close beside the cabinet. You may smell it, my dear. Nothing loth, Griselda buried her round little nose in the fragrant leaves. It's lovely, she said. May I smell it whenever I like, Aunt Grizzel? We shall see, replied her aunt. It isn't every little girl, you