you saved them for your sick mother, did
you?" said she, laying her hand fondly on his head, while the
tears stood in her eyes. "God will bless you for all this, my
child."
14. Could the eating of the strawberries have given
George half the happiness he felt at this moment?

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LESSON XXXV.

THE LORD'S PRAYER.

1. Our Father in heaven,
We hallow thy name;
May thy kingdom holy
On earth be the same;
Oh, give to us daily
Our portion of bread;
It is from thy bounty,
That all must be fed.

2. Forgive our transgressions.
And teach us to know
The humble compassion
That pardons each foe;
Keep us from temptation,
From weakness and sin,
And thine be the glory
Forever! Amen!

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AN EVENING PRAYER.

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LESSON XXXVI.

FINDING THE OWNER.
1. "It's mine," said Fred, showing a white handled
pocketknife, with every blade perfect and shining. "Just what
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wanted." And he turned the prize over and over with evident
satisfaction.
2. "I guess I know who owns it," said Tom, looking at it
with a critical eye.

3. "I guess you do n't," was the quick response. "It is n't
Mr. Raymond's," said Fred, shooting wide of the mark.
4. "I know that; Mr. Raymond's is twice as large,"
observed Tom, going on with his drawing lesson.
5. Do you suppose Fred took any comfort in that knife?
Not a bit of comfort did he take. He was conscious all the
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not belong to him; and Tom's suspicion interfered sadly with
his enjoyment.
6. Finally, it became such a torment to him, that he had
serious thoughts of burning it, or burying it, or giving it
away; but a better plan suggested itself.
7. "Tom," said he, one day at recess, "did n't you say you
thought you knew who owned that knife I found?"
8. "Yes, I did; it looked like Doctor Perry's." And Tom ran
off to his play, without giving the knife another thought.
9. Dr. Perry's! Why, Fred would have time to go to the
doctor's office before recess closed: so he started in haste,
and found the old gentleman getting ready to visit a patient.
"Is this yours?" cried Fred, in breathless haste, holding up
the cause of a week's anxiety.
10. "It was," said the doctor; "but I lost it the other day."
11. "I found it," said Fred, "and have felt like a thief ever
since. Here, take it; I've got to run."
12. "Hold