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The Reader's Kind Approbation "In ancient tiaze upon the

hurrying waters of the brook, "when a reat

sin he hid himself from the world, and lashed himself with cruel

stripes, he walked barefoot upon sharp flints and afflicted hi in the blood of his

atone years in woeful

solitude, seeking, thereby, to reclaim his soul frohways preaching always

forgiveness and forgetfulness of self, and ifand ue, I endure the

thereby to work out my redemption and atoneer paused, and his face seemed more

lined and worn, and his white hair whiter, as he stared down into

the running waters of the brook

"Sirs," he continued, speaking with bent head, "I once had a daughter,

and I loved her dearly, but my name was dearer yet I was proud of