"Who bids for the little children-- Body and soul and brain? Who bids for the little children-- Young and without a stain? 'Will no one bid,' said England, 'For their souls so pure and white, Aad fit for all good or evil The world on their pages may write?'" CHARLES MACKAY --_The Souls of the Children._ The sun itself seemed to be keeping holiday on the morning on which my brother opened his eyes on the world. The day was a June day, one of those days when the people who are fortunate enough to live in the country feel quite too lazy to work--when a delicious languor, a rich hazy beauty pervades the grass, trees, flowers, as well as the more distant landscape. The sort of day when those who…
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