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while,  the  falsehood and wrong1 ruffle it  in  silken  attire,  lei  him remem
                           ber that  wherever the right and truth  are there are always

                                              “ Troops of beautiful,  tail  angels'3

                           gathered  round  him,  and  God  Himself  stands  within  the  dim  future,
                           and keeps  watch over his  own !   If  a  man  stands for the right and the
                           truth,  though  every  man’s  finger  he  pointed  at  him,  though  every
                           woman's  lip  be curled  at  him with  scorn, he  stands  in  a  majority ;  for
                           God  and  good  angels  are  with  him.  and  greater are they  that  are  foi
                           him  than all they that be against  him.— J o h n   B.  G o u gh .


                                                  ST.  VALENTINE’S  DAY.
                           [The:  voices of the birds should be imiUded.  Yv'itli practice this caii be  done  witL
                                                          tare  e-Ject.‘|
                                     P    UCFBE!  Fhcebe!  Phcebe!”
                                            The  trees were bare  and the sky  was  gray,
                                          But  the Pccvvee sang In.:., blithesome  lay,
                                     For tin?;  was  good  Saint Valentine's  Day,
                                        When  each  bird  was  to  choose  his  mate
                                     Cock  Robin  came in  his  scarlet vest,
                                     The  Bluebird  wore  h;s  Sunday best.
                                     The  Oriole  nodded his  jaunty  crest,
                                        And  looked about for his fate.

                                             “ Bob  White!  Bob White!”
                                     The  brown  Quail  whistled  his  clearest  strain.
                                     The  Catbird caroled  a  sweet refrain,
                                     And  the Blackbird piped,  with  might, and  maiiv
                                        His  merriest roundelay;
                                     The  Partridge  drummed  on  a  red-oak  tree,
                                     The  Sap-sucker  ran  up  and  down  in  glee,
                                     And the  red-headed  Woodpecker made quite ires,
                                        And  chattered  a  chorus  gay.
                                             J; Cuckoo!  cuckoo!  cuckoo!”
                                     The  Rain-crovv’i  note  was  plainly  heard,
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