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good musician in town, I believe she would be glad if you should ask 

 her to play for your club at the home of one of your members. You 

 and I want to learn to appreciate the best there is in books, in music, 

 and in pictures. Perhaps your club could have a spelling match. 

 Let us try to do many things in the clubs. 



It is getting late. I suppose that all of you have been in bed a long, 

 long, while, and to tell the truth, I expect some of you are going to 

 get up for breakfast pretty soon. Nobody is up here in this College 

 building except the night watchman, and he has gone his round. All 

 is quiet except for the wind that whistles softly outside the window. 

 I wish you were here. We would listen together, and we would look 

 up at a picture that hangs above my desk. It is the picture of a 

 shepherd. It is night in the picture and the sheep are asleep down 

 in the vale. The shepherd is standing upon a hill and looking up at 

 the stars. It helps us much to look often at the stars. When we 

 look up so high, we think only of high things. 



Good-night, 



Your friend, 



Milton Pratt Iones 



If Iff n winlpr urtnba art pifrring rl|tU. 



Attfi llirouglj tbp baiutborn blouia ll|f galf, 

 33Jillj anlrmtt frpl 3 treait ll)p l|iU. 



5Il|al ouprbrouJB tljf laitpln walp. 



®*fr lljp bar? uplanft, anb amaii. 



iriirnugti ti}t long rrarlj nf iifBtrt toooha, 

 OIllP pmbrartng Bunbrama rliaalply play. 



And gla&dm tl|ra« betft aalttu^ea. 



— Henry IVadsworth Longfellow 



