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mortal must put on immortality." The following story may help to explain and impress it on your mind : "A woolly bear, a woolly bear," cried little Bobby, as he bent down to smell at a full-blown rose in his father's garden. Bobby's father being near at hand, walked to the spot, where he saw one of those fine hairy grubs, which are called woolly bears, making the best of his way across the gravel walk. Little Bobby left the rose to watch the woolly bear. "Tell me," said his father, "how many hairs the woolly bear has ?" "Oh," said Bobby, "I cannot count them." "Tell me, then,