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but I find getting discouraged doesn't help the matter any. The weather here is getting pleasant. Farmers are commencing or about to commence their Spring's work. The nights are cool, and the ground freezes some, but it thaws out days and the land is getting dry. I think we shall put in some oats next week. "The time of the singing of birds has come and the voice of the turtle (prairie chicken?) is heard in the land." How beautiful the correspondence between Nature and the human soul. My life's circle is a very small one here, but I frequently have occasion for joy and even gratitude in the bounty with which Nature and Nature's Author ministers to all the springs of enjoyment which we open in our minds. I remember once President Green, as I was working in his garden (I was under a fruit tree) told me to stop and listen to the harmonious