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MY GIRLS.
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Looking from the fine gray heads which adorned the shadowy platform, to the bright faces up aloft, I wanted to call out,—

"Look, listen, and learn, my girls; then, bringing your sunshine and fresh air, your youth and vigor, come down to fill nobly the places of these true women, and earn for yourselves the same success which will make their names long loved and honored in the land."