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EGOTISM. 
By E. S. Martin. 
AV iTHOUT liiin still tills ’vvliirliiiji^ earth 
Might spill its course aroiiiid the sun, 
Ami death still dog the heels ot‘ liirtli, 
And life be lived, and duty done. 
M'ithout him let the rapt earth dree 
What doom its twin rotations earn ; 
Whither or whence, are naught to me. 
Save as his being they concern. 
Comets may crash, or inner tire 
Burn out and leave an arid crust. 
Or earth may lose Cohesion’s tire. 
And melt to planetary dust. 
It’s naught to me if he’s not here. 
I’ll not lament, nor even sigh ; 
I shall not feel the jar, nor fear. 
For I am he, and he is I. 
THE BIRDS THAT WE SEE. 
By Ernest E. Thompson. 
Illustkations by the Author. 
O N a bright morning in the month 
of May two friends went walk¬ 
ing in the diversified region that 
forms the outer suburbs of one of our 
great Eastern cities. One was a trained 
naturalist, the other was not, and, in 
consequence of a trifling discussion, it 
was agreed to note carefully, during the 
rest of the morning, whatever birds each 
might observe, with a view to compari¬ 
son at the end of their walk. 
The naturalist saw OA^r sixty differ¬ 
ent kinds, the other saw but seven. 
One saw something new at each fresh 
turn of the path, the other found but 
little of interest and nothing to keep 
his thoughts from wandering back to 
the usual daily worries that he had sal- 
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