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storms. Without any question everything in 

 the realm of storms was wide awake, and doing 

 its large best to make the undertaking a perfect 

 success. Two or three times during the day I 

 found my way out into the path of the winds. 

 On each occasion naught but sui"e anchorage kept 

 the parson from drifting away on the swelling 

 tide. I almost envied the buntings that were 

 riding the wild steeds of the sky, not in the 

 least endangered by their apparently reckless 

 venture. I could see no reason why the rush of 

 the great winds should have any stay short of 

 destruction on every hand, but the reason was 

 there. On the tablet of the trusting heart it 

 reads ' ' thus far and no farther. " Absolute safety 

 assured. Ah, the supremacy of that blessed 

 truth clothes the storm in its robes of gracious 

 beauty — every stroke of its hand a benediction 

 of joy and love. 



Birds have very little affection for red squirrels, 

 and bunny bears the feathered brothers no abid- 

 ing good will. I notice that the English sparrow 

 takes particular delight in making the fellow's 

 life a burden to him. Last week a flock of a 

 hundred sparrows and more discovered a red 



