[Written for the Sentinel.]

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"WHAT do you think, little thoughtful one,When the firelight flickers low,And shadows o'er the hearth's gray stoneAre flitting to and fro?"

"I think that my mother loves me,And the dark I do not fear,With her watchful face above meAnd her guiding hand so near."

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MRS. EDDY TAKES NO PATIENTS
July 7, 1906
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