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Oh,  the  years  are  many,  the  years  are  long,
                                      But  the  little  toy  friends  arc  true.

                                    Ay,  faithful  to  Little  Boy  Blue  they  stand,
                                       Each  in  the  same  old  place.
                                    Awaiting  the touch  of a  little hand,
                                       The  smile  of a  little  face.
                                    And they wonder,  as  waiting  these long years thixwL'h.
                                       In  the  dust, of that  little  chair,
                                    What  has  become  of that  Little  Boy  Blue
                                      Since  he  kissed  them  and  put  them  there.
                                                                                Eut'R^K  E jklh,



                                                     THE  PURITANS,

                            [This  extract from  the  writings  of  the  great  Euglish  historian  lias  justly  been
                          considered one uf  the titiest passages  isi our language-.  It ^liomi] hi; Tizftii with
                          round  toties HTtd.in  uttmrtTifrr  nuitL'fl ty thi:1:  tiU'vntion  of thr^  Hentiun e Jit.  Tine figures
                          refer  to the  corresponding numbers  iu  Part  I.J
                          T    H E  Puritans were  men whose  minds  had  derived  a  peculiar  char­
                                  acter  from  the  daily  contemplation  of  superior  beings  and
                                  eternal  interests.   Not  content  with  acknowledging,  in  general
                          terms,  an  overruling  Providence,  they  habitually  ascribed  every  event
                          to the will  of the  Great  Being  for  whose  power  nothing  was  too  vast,*1
                          for  whose  inspection  nothing  was  too  minute.   To  know  him,  to  serve
                          him,  to  enjoy  him  was  with  them  the  great  end  of  existence.   They
                           rejected4  with  contempt  the  ceremonious  homage  which  other  sects
                          substituted  for  the  pt-re  worship  of  the  soul.
                             Instead  of  catching  occasional  glimpses  of  the  Deity  through  an
                          obscuring veil,  they aspired  to  gaze full  on  his  intolerable  brightness,51
                          and  to  commune  with  him  face  to face.   Hence  originated  their  con­
                           tempt*  for  terrestrial  distinctions.   The  difference  between  the  greatest
                           and  the meanest  of  mankind  seemed  to  vanish,  when  compared  with
                           the  boundless  interval  which  separated  the  whote  race  from  him  011
                           whom  their  own  eyes  were  constantly  fixed.   They  recognized  no title
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