MANY years ago, by an old volume of the Review and Herald placed on board a ship at New Bedford, Mass., a gentleman on the island of Tobago received some ideas which led him to send for publications to Battle Creek, Mich. As a result, he embraced the Sabbath, and since then has been an active worker as a colporter, and has met with considerable success.
From Tobago he went to South America, and has traveled in different parts, preaching and selling our publications. He has been kept in supply by the International Tract Society, and the Southampton Mission, England.
Something over a year ago, while explaining the nature of the change of the Sabbath, he was knocked down senseless, and when he came to himself he found he was in a hospital. He also learned to his surprise that the books which he had for sale had been stolen from him and sold for a nominal sum. Individuals in the hospital where he found himself had purchased the books and had become interested in the truths they contained. Packages of the Signs and other publications were immediately sent to the hospital. We have received before this, letters from parties in British Guiana requesting publications, who had become interested in the truth through his efforts. To-day's mail brings us two letters from parties in British Guiana. In giving account how they received the truth, one writer says:—
"Bro. —, from Tobago, a member and agent of Seventh-day Adventists, bearing credentials from you, is the one of whom I first learned of Seventh-day Adventists, and obtained reading matter. I have read a good many of the tracts and pamphlets, and also 'Honor Due to God' in the Signs, and with God's help I have decided to follow fully. There are other interested readers here whose names and addresses I give," and then follows a list of four names, to which he adds "all of whom would be glad to receive some reading matter."
"I am keeping the Sabbath, and thus preparing to meet the Lord when he shall come. I desire an agency, and knowing the truth as I do, a responsibility to spread it has been upon my mind. I desire to be engaged in canvassing and colporter work. Let me hear from you by return mail. As one seeking light, I would like to understand fully about Seventh-day Adventists. Please send me 'Life Sketches of Eld. and Mrs. E. G. White,' and 'Thoughts on Daniel and Revelation.' Put down my name as a subscriber for the Signs and Advent Review for the quarter, and send back numbers. I shall pay the subscription. You will continue both during the year (D. V.). Have you got more 'Scripture References?' They are very interesting. I would be thankful for your explanation of 2 Cor. 5: 6-9. Accept 1 Peter 5: 4 and Jude 24, 25."
Another letter is also received from the same place, which reads as follows:—
"I have had the pleasure of reading some of the tracts published by Seventh-day Adventists, and I solicit your sending some of the back numbers of the Signs, also books and pamphlets giving information upon the tithing system, and the truths and principles of Seventh-day Adventists.
"I wish to be an agent, and will be thankful for any information respecting my duties. Let me have a catalogue, etc. I am satisfied that the seventh day is the Sabbath of the Lord, and that I am responsible to keep it; and also that the signs of the times indicate the soon coming of Christ. I wish to read more on these subjects, and be the means, the Lord helping, of spreading those truths here."
Publications have been sent to the above parties. We are thankful that God has gone out before us, and our work is not limited; but the truth is God's, and we hail with joy the privilege of co-operating with friends in British Guiana, and in every part of the civilized world. From the depths of our heart we pray God to speed the truth and clothe the letters written with a living power; and the tracts and papers which are sent forth, may they be accompanied by his Holy Spirit. The reward will soon be given to the faithful workers, and those who go forth bearing precious seed shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing their sheaves with them.
The time has come when there should be new life given to every effort connected with the missionary work. God is raising up co-workers in his cause everywhere. Shall we not be stirred by these appeals? Shall we not labor with redoubled energy in the spreading of the truths of the last solemn warning to mankind?
S. N. HASKELL.
A Touching Appeal.
By D. L. Moody
DEAR friends, it is a great honor to be connected with the Lord's work, and if you look down upon it you certainly are not fit for his service. It is the highest position any mortal can have to be a co-worker with God; but you must forget self. Many Christians are walking in darkness and bondage, who would be in the clear light of Heaven if they were only willing to forget themselves and work for the Master. If you cannot do some great thing, be content to do some little thing.
You may have heard the story of the man in the cabin of a vessel at sea, who was sea-sick; those of you who know what it is will agree with me that one feels very little fit for work at such a time. This man heard a shout that there was "a man overboard." He wondered what he could do, and at last he thought he could hold up the bull's-eye lantern, in the hope that it might do some good. The drowning man was rescued. When the sick passenger was able to go on deck, he was talking to this rescued man, who told him that just as he was sinking for the last time, and they could not find him on account of the darkness, some one held up a bull's-eye lantern, which threw a light on his head, whereupon he was seized and saved.
How many of you could cheer others on. Go and help them in their work; your presence will do some good, and may influence some one else. If you cannot sing as well as other people, you can pray. If you cannot speak, you can lift up your heart in silent prayer to God. If you have been saved yourself, ought you not to try to rescue others?
If God has redeemed you and you do not try to redeem others, I would not give much for your Christianity. If any drunkard has been raised out of the pit and out of the miry-clay, his feet established, and a new song put into his mouth, and he is not willing to save others, there is something wrong with him.—D. L. Moody.
Norwalk, Los Angeles Co., Cal.
By E. A. Briggs
OUR meetings at this place have closed. A neat church has been built and entirely paid for. This building was dedicated to the Lord's service Jan. 19, to the great satisfaction of the newly gathered company of commandment-keepers, who have been so active and self-sacrificing in its erection. A church society of thirty members has been organized. Besides these, there are about as many more covenant members who we hope will soon unite with the church. Five were baptized last Friday, which makes twenty-seven in all who have received this ordinance at my hands in this place. Sabbath, Jan. 26, we had the ordinances of the Lord's Supper, and a blessed meeting it was. My post-office for the next few weeks will be El Monte, Los Angeles Co., Cal. May the Lord continue to rouse up the honest-hearted and to bring them to the observance of "the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus."
Jan. 29, 1884. E. A. BRIGGS.
Some Young Heroes in Turkey.
IN a certain school a knot of boys had their heads together disputing about something. You could never guess what, if you tried. It would all have seemed strange to you—the school-room, the teacher, and the scholars, their odd dress and odder speech. It was in far-off Asia, and the scholars were not orderly as ours. The boys talked when they pleased, and made so much din that one could scarcely hear himself think.
Missionaries had come to this city and opened schools and churches to teach the people that they must worship God alone, and that Jesus died to save them. When the natives found that their boys were beginning to stray into Protestant schools they said, "We must start schools of our own," and so they started one, but it was too late. Some of the boys had already learned to love Jesus, sing sweet hymns, and read the Bible.
The teacher in this school was a very bitter enemy of the new religion, so he listened sharply that day when he heard a discussion going on among the boys. It was not in our language, but was something like this:—
One boy said it was not right to worship pictures of saints, nor to kiss them and burn candles before them. Another one said: "It is right; it's the only true religion."
Others joined with the first boy and said it was wrong, and that we must worship none but God. The dispute grew warmer, and there were cries of "Heretic! heretic! mean old heretic! mean old Protestant!"
The teacher had made up his mind that this thing must be stopped; that the boys must not go any more where they would hear such bad doctrine, so he said in a loud, strong voice:—
"Boys, stand up!" They all stood up.
"Now let all the Protestants step out."
He did not suppose that any one would dare to confess to him that he was a Protestant; but those little Christians must have remembered the solemn words of the Saviour, how he said, "If any man will confess me before men, I also will confess him before my Father which is in heaven."
There was a moment's pause, then seven little fellows stepped out. The teacher was amazed.
"What!" he said, "don't you believe in worshiping the pictures of saints?"
"No, sir, we don't; and please, sir," said the bravest of them all, "If Jesus wanted us to worship pictures of the saints, wouldn't he have left us his own to worship?"
This was an unanswerable argument, but the tyrant teacher did not let them know how they had cornered him. He said, "Boys, how shall these heretics be punished?" And the boys decided they must be "spit upon."
So the whole school formed a procession and marched around those seven, spitting upon them as they went.
"Now sing!" the teacher said, and all the school except the seven struck up one of their patriotic songs.
"Sing, I tell you!" he said to the seven.
"We will, if you will sing the songs of Jesus," was the grand answer of the martyrs.
"Sing it yourselves!" said the teacher; and, wonderful to tell, this sweet song came to the ears of the teacher:—
Must Jesus bear the cross alone,
And all the world go free?
No, there's a cross for every one,
And there's a cross for me.
Sunshine in the Nursery.
"I shall never get through this mountain of sewing, Amy, even with my sewing-machine. I am quite out of heart with the prospect. If I were not so down-spirited, I could accomplish much more; but somehow the world itself looks uncommonly dull this bright spring day."
"I can furnish the key to your difficulty, and tell you how to remedy it."
"Then please do, dear, and I shall be under lasting gratitude to you."
"First, then, you have been busy in this room nearly all day—have you not?"
"Yes, except about two hours this morning."
"It is a north room, and, though warm and light, it has not seen a ray of sunshine this day. Your machine faces on that chill northern sky. The whole of this side of the house is in deep shadow. Now there is my beautiful room, with the sunshine pouring in at two windows, which have been wide open most of the day. It really glorifies the room, as Sydney Smith used to say. Let us call up Bridget, and she will help us move the machine across to my room. We'll bring the little sewing-chair, and Katy's box of playthings. All our spirits will improve in five minutes."
"But it will muss up your tidy room so. I am used to having work all about mine."
"That will do no harm. Rooms were made to use. I never wish to have anything so nice I am afraid to use it. But, Martha, you need a taste of fresh air before you set about your afternoon's work. No one has been for your mail to-day. It will not take you more than fifteen minutes, and will save you an hour in your quickened energies."
After a little further persuasion, Martha consented to take this little walk in the sweet, pure sunshine, and came back with cheeks and eyes glowing.
The afternoon passed cheerily in the little room so flooded with sunshine, and the nimble fingers of the lady and the sewing-machine accomplished wonders.
"Susy's suit all finished," she said, as she shook out the soft folds. "Now it will be in perfect readiness for next Sabbath, as she so much wished. I am sure I never could have done it but for your kindness and perseverance, Amy. And how good our little pussy has been all day!" and the mother stopped to give little Katy a hug.
"I wish you'd always live in Aunt Amy's house," said the little one, whose spirits had also been wonderfully improved by the change.
"I do think, if I were you, sister, I would take this for my own room, and abandon that gloomy north room. It will answer very well for a state apartment. You can furnish it for guests, who stay but a short time, and will be very comfortable in it. But your nursery should be all sunshine. I will help you arrange109it before I leave, if you will consent. I do not doubt but it will add vastly to your own and your children's health, not to speak of the increase in happiness."
Martha considered the plan, and at last decided to make the change, which proved all and more of an advantage than her friend predicted.
I wish that every mother could be persuaded to take the room with the sunny windows for her own. There would be far less of distressing nervous difficulties among the little ones, and she would find her own neuralgias and nervous troubles lessened tenfold. No doubt it would add years to her own and her children's lives, and help her to spend those years in happiness and usefulness to others.—Arthur's Home Magazine.
Marian's Choice.
THREE English girls, at school at Dieppe, were sitting, after the fashion of girls, with their arms around one another's waists, on the deep window-seat of a spacious, old-fashioned room. It had been the saloon or dining-room of a fine manor house, and was now occupied by a ladies' school.
"Now who do you think is the happiest person you ever saw?" said the one who sat in the middle—a handsome girl, frank and good-tempered looking, but with a lurking expression of haughtiness on her finely-turned features.
"Let Edith say first," said the one on her left hand; "she is the eldest." This speaker was plain but pleasant in appearance, with nothing either in dress or person to attract notice.
"No!" said Edith, a rather comely-looking girl, who crept close under the arm of her companion, "let Katharine say first, and I'll follow her, for I haven't made up my mind yet, and then you, Marian, shall finish."
"Well, then," said Katharine, "I'll tell you the only person I ever wish to be. You know I have everything a girl could want; plenty of pocket money, and all that sort of thing. I like school very much, and when I am at home I am as happy as I can be, for I go to all the parties that I am old enough for, and when I leave, I know I shall come out, and have no end of balls and concerts. All this is very nice, but oh! there is one person that must be happy. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, if I tell you whom I mean. I never thought of it till last holidays, but since then the happiness of that person is often coming into my mind."
Her companions assured her they would not laugh.
"Very well; last holidays I was in Paris, and papa and mamma took me to see the Empress at a review. She rode several times so close to us, that I saw her distinctly. Oh! it was such a sight!" and here she described minutely all the pomp and ceremony of the proceeding—and oh! how happy she looked, and well she might; only fancy to be the head of all the people in France! Well, she is my choice, and if I could be any one besides myself, I'd be the Empress!"
Neither of her companions seemed much impressed by her choice.
Edith, according to agreement, followed, "Well, I've been thinking, and I don't know any one that I should like to be so much as cousin Jane. She is the only child; she does not go to school. My uncle and aunt are so fond of her; I believe they think she is perfect. She has a maid that mends all her things, and she has only to ask for anything she thinks she wants, and she has it. Now when I am at home, instead of enjoying myself as she does, I am obliged to help to mend not only my own clothes, but my sisters', for you know there are two younger than I am. And then the boys make it so disagreeable; they are very well at the beginning of the holidays, when they are new, but they soon get unruly, and make me wish myself back at school; so really, I should like to be cousin Jane. Now, Marian, it is your turn."
Marian looked thoughtfully, and said, "I believe you will laugh at me, and perhaps I had better not tell you my choice."
They assured her they would not be astonished at anything.
"Then listen," she continued, "I was brought up by my aunt and uncle, for I am, as you know, an orphan. My uncle was rector of L—, in Monmouthshire. He was rural dean, and my aunt had almost as much to do with the parish as he had, in the way of visiting the sick and poor.
"It was his way to have a dinner every Sunday, for such of the poor as came from long distances to church, for the parish was extensive; and there was a large nail factory at the end of it, and he was anxious to get the workmen to church if he could. There was one old man that came regularly every Sunday. I used to watch him in church, and often noticed how he would fix his eyes upon my uncle during the sermon. When he came into the kitchen to dinner, without seeming to notice any one there, he would go down upon his knees, and ask God for a blessing upon the minister who had spread a table for the poor, but above all, that the souls of those who had been at church might be strengthened by the bread of life. I told my aunt once, I thought this was not like entering into your closet, and shutting your door, and praying to your Father in secret; but she said she hoped and believed the old nailer did that too.
"One Sunday he missed church, and a day or two after, my uncle being sure he was ill, begged my aunt to go and look after him, as he was too much engaged with work at home. She took me with her; we had a very long walk, before we reached the hut-like dwelling of the old man. It was but one room, and there was little space in it, so that his bed took up nearly the whole. He earned very small wages, being very infirm, and unable to work except occasionally. He was on his bed, and had been very ill from severe rheumatism; his eyes glistened with delight when my aunt appeared at the door. 'We thought you were ill, John,' she said, 'and I came to look after you.' He dwelt but a very short time on his illness, and then began to tell her how good the Lord had been to him, and how happy he was. 'Now, missus,' he said, 'just look here at the riches of his grace, and see what is laid up for us;' and he took a great old Bible from the head of his bed, and began to show her many places in it. It was most curious to see it; it was quite full of straws—for whenever he heard anything at church (not only the text, but other texts as well) that struck him, he always pulled a straw out of his bed when he got home, and put it into that place that he might be able to find it; and he had marked so many, that the end of his Bible looked more like a brush than anything else I could think of. We were there a long time. He said, 'Thank ye, missus,' for the things my aunt brought him, but told her he was very
comfortable and wanted nothing, for he thought he should be able to work again the next week. It was not one night, but a great many nights, that I thought of that old man. I shall never forget his face as long as I live. I have never seen any one quite so happy since, though my uncle and aunt are very happy people; and I really think if I had to change places with any one, it should be with the old nailer."
Her companions interrupted her with a murmur of surprise.
"Yes," she said, "I think even as he was then I would, but certainly for his good prospect hereafter of a crown that will never perish, at God's right hand, where there are pleasures forevermore."
The tea-bell summoned them from the window-seat, but the story of the old nailer made some impression on Katharine and Edith; and they often in their leisure hours asked Marian to tell them more of the people and doings in her uncle's parish.—Sel.
The Home Circle.
THEY DIDN'T THINK.
ONCE a trap was baited with a piece of cheese;
It tickled so a little mouse it almost made him sneeze.
An old rat said, "There's danger—be careful where you go!"
"Nonsense!" said the other, "I don't think you know."
So he walked in boldly; nobody in sight;
First he took a nibble, then he took a bite.
Close the trap together, snapped as quick as wink,
Catching mousey fast there, 'cause he didn't think.
Once a little turkey, fond of her own way,
Wouldn't ask the old ones where to go or stay.
Said she, "I'm not a baby, here I am half grown;
Surely I am big enough to run around alone!"
Off she went; but somebody, hiding, saw her pass;
Soon, like snow, her feathers covered all the grass.
So she made a supper for a sly young mink,
'Cause she was so headstrong that she wouldn't think.
Once there was a robin lived outside the door,
Who wanted to go inside and hop upon the floor.
"No, no," said the mother, "you must stay with me;
Little birds are safest sitting in a tree!"
"I don't care," said robin, and gave his tail a fling,
"I don't think the old folks know quite everything."
Down he flew, and kitty seized him before he'd time to wink,
"Oh!" he cried, "I'm sorry, but I didn't think."
Now, my little children, you who read this song,
Don't you see what trouble comes of thinking wrong?
Can't you take a warning from their dreadful fate,
Who began their thinking when it was to late?
Don't think you're always safe, or that you know more
Than anybody knows who has gone before;
But when you're warned of ruin, pause upon the brink,
And don't go under headlong, 'cause you didn't think.
HEALDSBURG COLLEGE.
A Model Institution for General Culture. Instruction Given in the Branches of the Usual College Curriculum.
Special Attention to Common Branches and the Elements of Learning.
Physical Culture and Experience in the Most Common Affairs of Practical Life, and the Useful Trades are Combined in This College with the Study of the Regular School Branches.
This College Is Very Successful in the Education of Youth, Because It Is Founded on Correct Principles.
1. The Bible is made the Text-book of Morals and Religion, and nearly every member of the school has Daily Recitations in Biblical History.
2. The union of manual and mental labor among the students will secure to them habits of industry, as well as a knowledge of the most common methods of obtaining a livelihood, and will thus make of them practical men and women.
3. The strong Moral and Religious influence finds its equal in no other institution of the kind.
4. The expenses of Students for Board, Tuition, etc., come within the ability of all.
5. The Discipline is rigid, and the Instruction is thorough and Practical throughout.
DISCIPLINE.
One of the most prominent features of Healdsburg College is the effort to impress upon its students the claims and benefits of morals and religion. Any one of known evil habits, who is exerting a pernicious influence upon his fellow-students, is not tolerated in the school.
During the year 1883 there was completed a large building called
NORTH COLLEGE HALL,
Upon a tract of five acres of ground, the whole designed for a Students' Home, where will be afforded the best home influence, and an opportunity for combining manual labor with study. No other institution offers so favorable facilities on so reasonable terms.
To those who wish to obtain instruction in the Bible, Old and New Testament History, &c., special inducements are offered. A class will be opened at the beginning of the Spring Term, for old and young.
A PRIMARY DEPARTMENT
is connected with the College to accommodate those children whose parents desire to place them under the instruction and moral influence of the school.
The Spring Term began January 2, 1884, and closes May 29, 1884. Any information, and calendar sent on application.
Address, S. BROWNSBERGER, A. M., President, Healdsburg, Cal.
Modern Palestine.
By Alexander Mackenzie
We came to Nazareth, where he [Jesus] was brought up. We rode over the hills and looked on the same fields over which he had roamed. We saw some things which he saw, and whose influence was upon him in the long years of his waiting, when among the quiet scenes of this hill-country he held communion with the nature which he had created, and with his own heart, and with the Father. We did not think that we stood where Mary's house was; or that we saw the foundation stones of Joseph's shop; or that we touched the table of stone from which Christ ate with his disciples. But we did think that we were where his Nazareth was, and among the mountains and plains in which he found delight. We could not bring him into the streets which we trod, and make him such a Nazarene as the men about us; but we did remember that here his life of purity and beauty was lived till he was ready for his work, and that among the names which have endeared him to the world is "Jesus of Nazareth."
We pitched our tents at Shechem, or Sychar, or Nablous, as they call it now. There between the mountains we rested, according to the commandment. Abraham had been there, and he whose day Abraham desired to see. Jacob had been there, and in our journeying on Monday we turned aside and rested by his well, and heard again the wondrous words which revealed God to Samaria, and the world. The glory of Samaria has departed, but the glory of his words fill the earth.
We came to Bethel, and made our camp in the dry reservoirs of the perished town. Not even the ancient name remains for the hovels which stand where Abraham built an altar, and Jacob saw a ladder reaching to the skies; where Deborah dwelt under a palm-tree, and Samuel held his annual court; where Jeroboam set up his golden calf to keep the people from straying to Jerusalem; where Elisha was mocked by the children, and was avenged by bears from out the wood. Women came to the well for water, and finding strangers there, added to their purpose a clamor for bakhshesh, while the men whom we found among the huts made their petition for tobacco.—Alex. Mackenzie.
Pambo Learns One Psalm Verse
By Spencer
Socrates Scholasticus reports the story of one Pambo, a plain, ignorant man, who came to a learned man and desired him to teach him some psalm or other. He began to read unto him the thirty-ninth Psalm, "I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue." Having passed this first verse, Pambo shut the book, and took his leave, saying that he would go learn that point first. When he had absented himself for the space of some months, he was demanded by his reader when he would go forward. He answered that he had not yet learned his old lesson; and he gave the very same answer to one who asked the like question forty-nine years after.
Sweet-minded Women.
By Baptist Weekly
So GREAT is the influence of a sweet-minded woman on those around her that it is almost boundless. It is to her that friends come in seasons of sorrow and sickness for help and comfort. One soothing touch of her kindly hands works wonders in the feverish child; a few words let fall from her lips in the ear of a sorrowing sister do much to raise the load of grief that is bowing its victim down to the dust in anguish. The husband comes home worn out with the pressure of business, and feeling irritable with the world in general; but when he enters the cosy sitting-room, and sees the blaze of the bright fire and meets his wife's smiling face, he succumbs in a moment to the soothing influences which act as the balm of Gilead to his wounded spirit. We are all wearied with combatting with the stern realities of life. The rough school-boy flies in a rage from the taunts of his companions to find solace in his mother's smile; the little one, full of grief with its own large trouble, finds a haven of rest on its mother's breast; and so one might go on with instances of the influence that a sweet-minded woman has in the social life with which she is connected. Beauty is an insignificant power when compared with hers.
How to Put Children to Bed.
Not with a reproof for any of that day's omission or commission. Take any other time but bedtime for that. If you ever heard a little creature sighing or sobbing in its sleep, you could never do this. Seal their closing eyelids with a kiss and a blessing. The time will come, all too soon, when they will lay their heads upon their pillows, lacking both. Let them at least have this sweet memory of a happy childhood, of which no future can rob them. Give them their rosy youth. Nor need this involve wild license. The judicious parent will not mistake my meaning. If you have ever met the man or the woman whose eyes have suddenly filled when a child has crept trustingly to its mother's breast, you may have seen one in whose childhood's home dignity and severity stood where love and pity should have been. Too much indulgence has ruined thousands of children; too much love not one.
The Best and Worst of Tongues
Xanthus, expecting some friends to dine with him, ordered his servant Æsop to provide the best things the market could supply. Course after course was served, each consisting of tongue. "Did I not order you," said Xanthus, in a violent passion, to buy the best victuals the market afforded?" "And have I not obeyed your orders?" said Æsop. "Is there anything better than a tongue? Is not the tongue the bond of civil society, the organ of truth and reason, and the instrument of our praise and adoration of the gods?" Xanthus ordered him to go again on the morrow, and buy the worst things he could find. Æsop went, and again he purchased tongues, which were served as before. "What! not tongues again!" exclaimed Xanthus. "Certainly," rejoined Æsop; "the tongue is surely the worst thing in the world. It is the instrument of all strife and contention, the inventor of lawsuits, and the source of division and wars; it is the organ of error, of lies, calumny, and blasphemies."—Sel.
Gold Buried in the Graveyards
A WRITER of mathematical bent finds from the census returns that there are about 17,000 dentists in the United States, who, he estimates, pack into the teeth of the American people a ton of pure gold annually. Continuing his speculations, he predicts that in the twenty-first century all the gold in the country will be buried in the grave-yards.
Good Language.
Young people should acquire the habit of correct speaking and writing, and abandon as early as possible any use of slang words or phrases. The longer you put this off the more difficult the acquirement of correct language will be; and if the golden age of youth, the proper season for the acquisition of correct language, be passed in its abuse, the unfortunate victim will most probably be doomed to talk slang for life. You have merely to use the language which you read, instead of the slang you hear, to form a taste in agreement with the best speakers and poets in the country.
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