TEMPTATION.
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yet really we have none. Listen to the following story:—
"Oh," cried the little children, "oh, such flowers, and only just inside the fence," and then stealthy glances were cast up at the windows, the gate passed softly, the beautiful flowers were snatched with a trembling hand, and the little children fled away with beating hearts. Were they now happier because their guilty feet had wandered into forbidden paths? Only a little way had they gone, and lo! they had fallen into sin. The freshness, the fragrance, the beauty. of the flowers, were not sufficient to still
