" Is not each bough in your orcliards, each cloud in the skies above you.
Is not each byre or homestead, furrow or farm or fold,
Dear as the last dear drops of the blood in the hearts that love you,
Filling those hearts till the love is more than the heart can hold ? "
E. NESBIT.
THE STATION ORCHESTRA:
Conductor,
T. H. MORRISON.