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10 The Floral King.
lips, ‘Look at us, and think how kind and good
is God!’ O, mother every flower must have been
a thought by God!” |
‘*Why, how you speak, child. Well, yes, you
are right, it must be so. We are all children of
the same God.”
One day when his parents had scolded him for
busying himself with his favourite occupation of
culling and drying flowers instead of attending to
his lessons—for botany was very little thought of
in those days—the poor little culprit repaired with -
tearful eyes to a favourite place on a sunny hill,
where grew a profusion of wild flowers, for naturally :
he felt as if he would unbosom himself to those
innocent little friends for whose sake he had been’
chided. The tears trickled down his cheeks, andi
he folded his hands in prayer as if to ask God to
help him to understand why he must be scolded
for loving the beautiful flowers too much, all the
more, as from his very babyhood he always had
been encouraged in tending them. Weary of trying
to unravel the knot of man’s inconsistency, he lay
down amongst his pets, and looked through his
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