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TEMPTATION.
seemed to be quiet as on a Sunday. The wild flowers were blooming in the fields and along the banks of the brooks. The little fish were frolicking about in the shallow water. The different birds were singing sweetly in the trees and bushes. The wheat was waving its golden head heavy with the ripe grain. The sheep were feeding silently on the hill-side. The cattle, scattered all over the fields, were grazing in the rich green grass. Here and there a little rabbit darted across my path, and sitting upon its hind legs, looked at me, as much as to say, what business have you to frighten the inhabitants of
