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And, as Bra

song of the day,-"In story we're told

How our fathers of old

Braved the rage of the winds and the waves;

And crossed the deep o'er,

For this far-away shore,

All because they would never be slaves--brave boys!

All because they would never be slaves

"The birthright we hold

Shall never be sold,

But sacred allantly die,

For ill not, ill not be slaves--brave boys!

For ill not, ill not be slaves"

In thehis way

slowly hoht, and the road full of treacherous soft

places, fatal to that spotless condition of hose and shoes which was one

of his weak points However, before he had gone very far, he was

overtaken by his son Neil, now a very staid and stately gentleal position in the investigation

of the disputed New-Harants