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"Save our blessings, Master, save, From the blight of thankless eye." Lyra Innocentium. There is not a more charming sight in the domestic world, than that of an elder girl in a large family, amusing what are called the LITTLE ONES. How could mamma have ventured upon that cosy nap in the arm-chair by the fire, if she had been harassed by wondering what the children were about? Whereas, as it was, she had overheard No.