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skip and gambol in the field; the bee and the butterfly rove from flower to flower; and the gnats and flies sport about in the beams of the sun.
If God was not love, he would not love us, sinners as we are, and never would he have given his Son to die for us; but this he has done, and therefore, he is love, , and we ought to love him forever and ever.
Spring with every charm so sweet,
The morning sun that rises high,
and stars, and all,
sto len trem bled mid dle hon est be cause a fraid be low re fuse for give
Pe ter leay ing great ly hard ly
fear ing watch ing
; One day as Luman Davis and his three brothers were going home from school, they came as far as Captain Norton's orchard, and stopped to play in the shade of a large tree, that stood by the road.
They had not been there long, before Luman asked his brother Caleb, to get over the fence with him, and go out to the old sweet tree, and get some apples.
“Well,” said Caleb, “I should like some apples well enough, but I do not wish to get them in that way; for it would be stealing."
“Well, I am not afraid to go,” said Luman; “the Captain has lots of apples, and I mean to have my share of them.”
Upon this, Luman took his brother Peter, and off they went to the old sweet tree, as he called it, leaving Caleb to take care of little Charley, till they might return.
As they came back with their hats filled with apples, they seemed greatly pleased to think no one had seen them, and they even called Caleb a coward, for not daring to go with them.
Caleb told them he had rather be a coward than a thief, and that he hoped if they had courage enough to steal them, they would now have courage enough to carry them back, before they got into trouble.
“But," said Luman,“ do you think me such a ninny as that, to throw away such fine apples, after I have taken so much pains to get them ?"
A man was now seen near the road where they wished to pass, and
, the boys, fearing it was Captain Norton, and that he had been watch
ing them, were in a great fright, ana hardly knew what course to take.
At length, they thought they would go round below the bridge, and wade the brook, and see if they could not escape in that way.
“So," said Luman, “I will take little Charley upon my back, and you, Caleb, take my hat of apples, and Peter can bring his, and then we shall get along well enough with it after all." As
poor: Caleb did not dare to refuse, he took up the hat and started off, but as he reached the brook, he put the hąt down on the bank, tell: ing his brother he could carry it no farther, for it made him feel as if he had been stealing too.
Luman seemed quite angry at this and began to call Caleb a coward again, because he.would not be a thief, or what was just as bad, carry the stolen apples.
But Luman soon found that Caleb