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...we need assistance, it cannot come from man, but from God. w. GE ART. 3.— MUSINGS IN THE OPEN AIR. "Come forth into the light of things. Let Nature be your Teacher." Thore are times when the intellect, like the stomach, is sated mid loathes its common food; when those...

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