SOME LITTLE THINGS.
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can do but little good. All ! is it so Then
lose no time in doing it. If you can but wipe
away one tear, or repress one rising sob, let
me implore you not to lose the opportunity.
Oh, pass it not by because it seems so little.
If you can, do stay that tear before it falls.
But is it little? Know you any thing Of the
achings of the heart? Have you ever strug-
gled against a rising tear, and, with rigid
nerve, bid it stay in secret, and it would not
Know you what mighty. heavings Of the soul
there sometimes are before tear escapes Oh,
'tls wrong to say tear is little thing. One
tear that fell was not little one. II was a
woman's tear. She was noble woman-not
noble by birth or by wealth. but of noble
heart. Poverty she could struggle against
reproach she could endure-want was fami-
liar visiter. More than this she could bear.
and still withhold the tear. The hand that was
vowed for her protection had smitten her-but
still with strange frmness, the tears that
would have poured forth in a food, she bid
stay back, and every one stayed. She went
to him who furnished her husband with the
liquid that had quenched his love, and, on her
knees, besought him to grant no more. The
man spoke not word, but gave look of cold
refusal Then the tear fell. Oh the bitterness
of that tear-the anguish oft the heart that gave
il vent Could yeu have checked that tear,
1t would not have been little thing