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Little Pollie / Or a Bunch of Violets

Chapter 8 SALLY'S FIRST SUNDAY AT CHURCH.

Word Count: 1113    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

s still, so quiet; the very court, usually noisy, seemed hushed. None of its uproarious inhabitants were about, only poor crippl

used to speak a fe

ome with me," she s

who seemed to have the same horror of lear

so kind to us there, and teach us such beautif

hat you told me afore-'Consider, and hear me, O Lord my G

ll tell you my text for to-day, and when I come back you shall hear wh

d boy with reverence. "I'll not forget it, Pollie," he added, as th

, for the last two days Sally had been wearing a jacket over a petticoat whilst the dress was being washed and dried. Her hair, usually rough, was now smoothly brushed behind her ears, and her face

joyously glad to see her kind

hesi

h you?" she sta

llie could not reply; sh

ng her friend's hand in hers, she proceeded o

ay, and able, to battle through the world unaided; the timid, fragile Poll

s explained in simple words suitable to the comprehension of the listening children; and when was read the parable of the Good Shepherd, which had been the lesson on that memorable

in, shielding His little ones from future ha

s she heard of Jesus, who came on earth as a little child, endured a life of poverty and sorrow, then died a cruel death to save us from e

bells rang out their peaceful chime, "It is the Sabbath! it is the Sabbath!" Even the usual noisy bustle of the Strand was hushed in

ear old St. Clement's Danes, hallowed to us by many memories), and when the organ pealed forth, and t

ay who also thought it must be heaven of which littl

an with a party of friends like herself to Hampton Court, leaving her child to amuse himself as he could; and kindly Mrs. Turner had carried him up to

every word that was spoken, every hymn that was sung, realising in his untutored mind a foretaste of that heaven

xt, "Consider the lilies of the field," the

flowers Pol

ie's violets fi

ould be waiting to greet them; but of the many, none were or could be happier than those three little ones who gathered round Mrs. Turner when service was over, and, walking side by si

hese little ones in My name, verily I say un

ally's first S

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