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Title: Sunbeam
Year: 1857 (1850s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : (S. Hough & Co.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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death of Jesus on the cross, for, though it happened so long ago, it was for us he died. Jesus was led to a place called Calvary, and there was nailed to the cross. The rough soldiers drove the nails into his hands and feet, just as we heard in our Golden Text last Sunday: They pierced my hands and my feet. Though they were all so cruel, Jesu swas sorry for them. Even in his pain, he cried, Father, forgive them; they know not what they do. Just before Jesus died a great darkness came over the earth. No one knew what it meant. We are sure, though, that it came because the Soul of God was dying. Can we ever forget that Jesus bore pain of soul and body for us? When wrong thoughts come, let us stop quick and pray that they may be sent awav. THE SUNBEAM. SniLle suhBciiption, 30 cents. School suhaciiptioiis .it the liite ol 82.1.00 per liuuilred. IttKSBYTKEIAN HOABU OF PUBLICATIOS, W>\ CHESTNIIT STRKKT. IlltLADKl.rHIA.. Entered at the Post-Ojfi<-e at Philadelplua, Pa., as secoiui-ciass matter. iMmW
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Vol. VIII.—410. (193^ Di:c. 3, 1SS2. 194 THE SUNBEAM. LITTLE MISCHIEF. I've been in my crib long enough; We cant get to sleep, Maud and I—She has such a terrible cough, And Tve not a wink in my eve. «, ./ ^ I've called just as loud as I could, But Bridget, she never will hear; Mamma says that I must be good; Well, I will—I'm her own little dear. I love my mamma very much, And I do trv to mind her so well: What she tells me I mustn't touch I never do touch—I just smell. I'm going to get out on the floor With Dollie, and have a nice play; Thats not being naughty, I'm sure, For I get out my sell* every day. A thump and a bump, and, oh dear! How Bridget and mamma do fly! Be sure they are ready to hear When real disaster is nigh. And what do you think mamma did? She soothed the scared little puss; Then she put her right back in the crib. And bade her lie still as a mouse, h. e. b. TEE SUJ^B EAM. 19o HOW MILLY TRIED TO RIDE. TThex the children were all out riding and drawing-each other on the

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