Nations and stations!
On--till our Flag of Love
Floats o'er creation!

CHORUS: Strike, till mankind is free, mute the chains rattle!
Fight till love conquers strife--Freedom's last battle!

Yes, we shall stand again
Brother with brother,
Strong to quell wrong and crime,
All the world over!
Heart pressed to heart once more,
Nought could resist us,
Earth cease to writhe in pain,
Millions assist us!

CHORUS: On till the world is free through the shot's rattle!
When love shall conquer hate, fought earth's last battle!

MIRIAM'S TESTIMONY.

I do not know why it was that I studied the characters of Miriam and
Annie so closely at Madame Orleans' school, for I had known them both
from early childhood; we were of the same age, and had lived in the same
village, and attended the same schools. I suppose it was partly owing to
the fact of my having arrived at a more thoughtful age, or it may be
that their peculiarities of disposition exhibited themselves more
strongly among strangers. They were neither of them surface characters.
Miriam was too reserved, and Annie too artful to be easily understood.
But no one who had once known Miriam could, ever forget her. Her parents
called her 'a peculiar child;' among her friends the old people called
her 'queer,' and the young ones 'cracked,' She was not pretty, but
everybody pronounced her a fine-looking girl. Her eyes were the only
peculiarity in her face. They were of a rich, dark-gray color, small,
and deeply set; but at times--her 'inspired times,' as Annie called
them--they would dilate and expand, until they became large and
luminous. At such times she would relate with distinctness, and often
with minuteness, events which were transpiring in another house, and
sometimes in another part of the world.

It was seldom that we had an opportunity of testing the truth of these
'visions,' but when we did we found them exact in every particular.

At other times her mind took a wider range, and she would see into the
future. When we were children, I remember the awe with which we used to
listen to 'Miriam the prophetess,' as we called her, and the wonder with
which we remarked that her prophecies invariably were fulfilled. But, as
I grew older, my awe and wonder diminished in proportion, and, being of
a very practical turn of mind myself, and very skeptical of spiritual
agencies, mesmerism, and clairvoyance, and indeed