It is the same that took the prize when he was but a babe and lay in his mother's arms.

The mother who held him so tenderly, and the father who gazed so lovingly upon her pure young brow have passed away, but they live before him daily, and he feels their gentle presence ever about him for good.
THE MARRIED SISTERS.
"COME, William, a single day, out of three hundred and sixty-five, is not much." "True, Henry Thorne.

Nor is the single drop of water, that first finds its way through the dyke, much; and yet, the first drop but makes room for a small stream to follow, and then comes a flood.

No, no, Henry, I cannot go with you, to-day; and if you will be governed by a friend's advice, you will not neglect your work for the fancied pleasures of a sporting party." "All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy, We were not made to be delving forever with tools in close rooms.

The fresh air is good for us.