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BIRDS IN A VILLAGE. 
exclaimed words of a young London girl ringing 
in my ears, so now I went back with this village 
girl's melody sounding and following me no less 
clearly and insistently. For it was not merely 
remembered, as we remember most things, but 
vividly and often reproduced, together with the 
various melodies of the birds I had listened to ; a 
greater and principal voice in that choir, yet in no 
wise lessening their first value, nor ever out of 
harmony with them. 
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