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 How happy was that mother; God's Word was her delight A light unto her path by day,—a guiding star at night; She raised her heart in thankfulness, that he had learned to prize His precious Bible, and had gained a treasure in the skies.

OH, SPARE THE BIRDS.

Spare the dear little birds, don't kill them I pray! But listen, and hear their sweet song; To spoil all our music, and shoot them to-day, Oh, sportsmen, you know 'twould be wrong!