seems to make it all more real when 
we associate the beauties of nature with the 
deeper beauties of the  life revealed by 
the inspired words ; and I don't think it can 
be irrelevant. I'm so glad Luther, who kept 
close to the truth, said, " God has written 
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SUMMER DRIFT-WOOD. 

the Gospel not only in the Bible, but in trees 

and flowers, stars and clouds." And 

then it is such a happy feeling, the knowing 
God my Father " Our Father " makes all 
these beautiful  for us ; gives them to 
us as a foretaste of the  and beauty laid 
up for those who wordnetdesire Him. And it adds so 
much to my , the having Jack to 
help me interpret these expressions of His 
infinite wordnetdesire these shadowy hints of the in 
effable glory of the " Upper Land." 




XIX. 

I  why people call me " little 
Annie," and " child ?" I don't mind much, 
but sometimes I can't help wordnetdesire they 
wouldn't. I think nineteen is real old. Aunt 
Mary says it is because they wordnetdesire me. I 
 if any body ever had so many  
names as I have ? I suppose I always shall 
seem a child to papa, Aunt Mary, and grand 
papa ; but the