Article March 18, 1905 Issue

I was walking along one winter's night, hurrying toward...

Mark Guy Pearse with contributions from Bancroft

I was walking along one winter's night, hurrying toward home, with my little maiden at my side. Said she,—

"Father, I am going to count the stars."
"Very well," I said, "go on."
By and by I heard her counting—
Two hundred and twenty-three, two hundred and twenty-five. "Oh, dear," she said, "I had no idea there were so many."

Ah, dear friend, I sometimes say, "Now, Master, I am going to count the benefits."

Soon my heart sighs, not with sorrow, but burdened with such goodness, and I say to myself, "I had no idea that there were so many."—Mark Guy Pearse.

What though thought is invisible, even when effective, seems as transient as the wind that drives the cloud. It is yet free and indestructible, can as little be bound in chains as the aspiring flame; and when once generated takes eternity for its guardian.—Bancroft.

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