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“ But whilst I was thrusting her forward, she cried out in gr agony, My brother. my brother the Thorns, the Thorns !"..... Page 16.
BY MRS. SHERWOOD,
Little Henry and his Bearer," &c.
No. 53 Cornhill.
This little work, was first published in Eng, land ; and appears to be the production of a pious writer, as a relation of facts. If it be not a true story, it is so good a mirror, reflecting human nature so completely in early life, it induced a hope that the inexperienced youth of this country might derive some benefit from a perusal of it. But for a “ Hedge of Thorns," where should many of us have been !
MY name is John Carrol. born not very far. distant from the city of Carlisle, in a lone cottage, situated on the southern side of a woody upland.
My father was by trade a gardener, and was employed in various gentle. men's families in the neighbourhood ; he was also the parish clerk-a man much beloved in the country, being endowed with a mind as lovely as the flowers which he was employed to cultivate ; for he was, as I have no doubt, early chosen of God, and precious in his sight, and enabled, by the power of his Holy Spirit, to overcome, in a great measure, the original depravity of his nature, and to seek “whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever