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A String of Pearls. IIs
in a gloomy pine forest, where the tall trees rose
majestically, and stood so close to one another that
they formed a constant twilight, while the sunbeams
sported on their dome of sombre green. James
leant against a stem, and looked with delight on
the ever-changing play of the sunbeam’s bright
flicker amongst the branches. He listened to the
whispering wind, and the chirping of the birds, and
felt that all spoke of grandeur and joy. “How
grand and peaceful you are, ever green wood!”
James said; and as he was going to continue on
his road he beheld on the mossy carpet, under
the tree, a pearl, dark in colour, but charged with
sunny hues, which he could not explain. He took
up the pearl with joy and put it with the others.
One summer day James wandered across a
meadow, where the grass thickly waved on each
side of him, and where myriads of insects were
buzzing and bustling about amongst the grass that
swayed gently in the wind. James stopped on his
way and sat down to behold more closely the
stirring insect world. And the more he looked at
this ceaseless activity, and the ever-changing forms
and colours of the insect inhabitants, the more he
admired it; and whilst he was thus sitting there, he
found an emerald pearl drooping from a green frond
that nodded gently to and fro.
There was a storm on the sea one day when James
went down to the shore to look at the raging billows
that with tremendous clamour rolled onward to the
shore, till they split, foaming with anger, powerless,
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