ever to be touched by its sins and sorrows--forbore, in an awful pity,
ever to remove the Bible from her knees, as she would sit with it there,
not at morning and at evening only, or all the Sabbath long as soon as
they returned from the kirk, but often through all the hours of the
longest and sunniest week-days, when there was nothing to hinder her
from going up to the hillside, or down to the little village, to play
with the other children, always too happy when she appeared--nothing to
hinder her but the voice she heard speaking to her in that Book, and the
hallelujahs that, at the turning over of each blessed page, came upon
the ear of the "Holy Child" from white-robed saints all kneeling before
His throne in heaven!

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THE SELECTOR; AND LITERARY NOTICES OF _NEW WORKS_.

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ROMANCE OF HISTORY.

_France. By Leitch Ritchie_.


The design of moulding the romantic annals of different countries into
so many series of Tales--is one of unquestionable beauty. It originated,
we believe, with the late Mr. Henry Neele, who was in every sense well