THE FAMILY SORAP BASKET. In the Pacific Islands and West Indies lizard eggs are eaten with gusto. was served, it presented a delicious appearance of jelly and whipped cream decorated with the bright red fruit; but as soon as the hostess took out a spoonful of the mass, a look of horror came upon her countenance. In the saucer were fragrant strawberries, but attached to each was a wooden toothpick. The culinary artist Buckland, declares the taste of the boa constrictor to be good, had found that to present the desired effect, the berries needed and much like veal. After they have wound the silk from the cocoon the Chinese eat the chrysalis of the silk worm. some support and had hit upon the ingenious plan of wooded stems. In spite of the protest of the hostess, the English guests have written home that the queer Americans serve toothpicks in their The Guachos of the Argentine Republic are in the habit of puddings. hunting skunks for the sake of their flesh. The Cingalese eat the bees after robbing them of their honey. Caterpillars and spiders are dainties to the African bushman. A wealthy Boston woman had been in the habit of tying her jewelry up in a handkerchief at night and tossing it in a wastebasket, thinking thus to outwit burglars. This bit of strategy was unknown to her colored servant, who before his mistress arose one morning, emptied the contents of the waste-basket in the stove. Loss, $1,500. Pretty much every sort of thing is utilized, if one may say so, for mural decoration nowadays. Warming pans, rugs, fishing nets, all get there, and it must be confessed when "the touch" is happy, the effect produced is by no means outre; it is simply unconventional and original in an artistic sense. The latest "ornaments" to come before the public are quaint and obsolete musical instruments. Dr. Russell, medical officer at Glasgow, says that during the last ten years over a million of articles from persons affected with every kind of contagion known in this country have passed through the Glasgow laundry, and that he has never known a case of interchanged disease, although the women engaged in the laundry have occasionally suffered from handling the linen before the boiling process. A Georgia man has been married ten years, and his wife one morning suggested that that was her birthday. He said to himself: "I've got a good wife; she has been kind, self-sacrificing and true in all respects; I must buy her a present." So he went down town and bought himself a new hat, consoling himself with the thought that nothing would more please a good wife than to make her husband a present of a new hat. The principle element in the composition of a tear, as may readily be supposed, is water. The other elements are salt, soda, phosphate of lime, phosphate of soda, and mucus, each in small proportions. A dried tear seen through a microscope of good average power presents a peculiar appearance. The water, after evaporation, leaves behind it the saline ingredients, which amalgamate and form themselves into lengthened cross lines, and look like a number of minute fish bones. The fact, it is said, is fairly established that the common wart, which is so unsightly and often so proliferous on the hands and face, can be easily removed by small doses of the sulphate of magnesia taken internally. M. Aubert cites the case of a woman whose face was disfigured by these excrescences, and who was cured in a month by a dram and a half of magnesia taken daily. Another medical man reports a case of very large warts which all disappeared in a fortnight from the daily administration of ten grains of the salt. Californians have a method of preserving fruit without sugar so that it will keep sound and fresh for years. The recipe is as follows: Fill clean, dry, wide-mouthed, bottles with fresh, sound fruit; add nothing, not even water. Be sure that the fruit is well and closely packed in, and ram the corks-of best quality-tightly down into the neck of the bottles until level with the glass. Now tie the corks down tight with strong twine, and after putting the bottles into bags stand them in a pan or boiler of cold water. Let the water reach not quite to the shoulder of the bottles. Let the fire be moderate, and bring the water to boiling. Boil gently for ten minutes, remove from the fire and allow all to cool. The various well-known qualities of the average cook in this country are sometimes equalled by her originality. The other day, there being English guests at dinner, the cook was told to ornament the pudding with some fresh strawberries. When the dish It will surprise many persons of the present day to be told that the "backlog" of which we read so much in old-time stories was a large stone, a porous stone being preferred if possible. This stone was buried in the ashes, and on top was placed the "back stick." The back stone in those primitive times played a very important part in the economy of early housekeeping; matches were not then invented; flint, steel and tow were the only means of lighting a fire or a lamp; imagine for a moment the Bridget of to-day thus engaged with the thermometer ten degrees below zero in the kitchen. The stone, together with the ashes with which it was covered, served to retain fire and heat through the night, and all that was necessary in the morning was a little kindling and gentle use of the indispensable bellows, and a fire was as readily made as at the present day. Cocoa and chocolate are both prepared from the seeds of the cacao. The pods containing the seeds are gathered when ripe, and having lain for a day and a night, are opened, and the seeds, extracted by hand, are submitted to the sweating process. They are first placed in baskets, which are laid on the sloping floors, in order that the chief part of the pulp may drain off, after which they are shut up in a close box for 24 or 48 hours, and are then laid in the sun to dry. When quite dry the seeds are packed in bags for shipment. Chocolate is prepared by grinding the cocoa nibs in a mill consisting of stone or metal rollers, heated by charcoal fires or steam for the purpose of softening the natural fat. The warm, smooth paste which issues from the mill is incorporated with sugar and flavored with vanilla-thus becoming the chocolate of trade. Mixed with parched corn and served cold, it makes a most refreshing drink. There is no one thing that a New England man misses so much in New York as a plate of good old-fashioned baked beans. It is estimated that there are 100,000 strangers in the city every day, and a large number come from the Eastern States. And yet with the constant call day after day for baked beans the hotel men and restaurant keepers have made no progress towards supplying the demand. Outside a half a dozen places, there is nowhere in the metropolis that this famous dish can be had. There are, of course, thousands of eating-houses where baked beans are regularly served. But they are such beans! They are cooked in huge shallow pans, are as white as milk, and when they are dished out they look as if they had been "squashed" in a mortar. There is never any pork in them, no juice, and they are as tasteless as water. They are always served with a great slice of broiled beef or ham, and to a person who has been accustomed to the 'good old Massachusetts dish they are a delusion and an absurd joke. A recent medical writer expresses surprise at the want of appreciation—even among medical men—of the real value of milk, in comparison with other articles of food, and in the cases of housekeepers especially, who frequently find it difficult to achieve as great a variety in articles of diet as is desirable, this article is profuse in the facilities thus provided. In particular, it would appear that, so far as its nutritive value is concerned, milk is far from being understood, as compared with other articles of animal food. Again, there is less difference between the economical value of milk, beefsteak, eggs or fish than is commonly supposed. the quantity of water in good milk is 87 per cent., in fatter beef 60 per cent. and in eggs about 68 per cent. Now from analysis made, it is estimated that sirloin steak, reckoning the loss from bone, is as dear at 35 cents a pound as milk at 24 cents a quart; that round steak at 20 cents a pound is as dear as milk at 14 cents a quart; and corned beef at 17 cents as dear as milk at 15 cents. The result from these deductions seem to be that even milk at 12 cents a quart is the cheapest animal food that can be used. Thus A PAGE OF FUGITIVE VERSE. GATHERED HERE AND THERE. AUTUMN DAYS-FOLDED AWAY. The year is always busy at tidying up the world. And laying by the seasons so thick with memories pearled; And now his time's devoted to folding up the days, And shutting out the summer scenes forever from our gaze. And then they'll be packed away in Time's most solemn trust, To lie until the mists of years shall moulder them to dust. You know we cannot of the woods save every tree that grows, But we can press some crimson leaves to look at through the snows; So we may have some memories and loving thoughts enshrined, Of moments gathered from the days our lifemarch left behind; And when the cobwebs gather o'er weary heart and brain, The angel of our thoughts will make such moments bright again. The curtain of the summer is falling o'er the scene Of lakeside walks, or arbor talks, of picnics on the green. The yachting tours, the forest strolls, the drives through rain and mire, BALLAD OF A BUSY DOCTOR. When winter pipes in the poplar-tree, And soles are shod with the snow and sleetWhen sick-room doors close noiselessly, And doctors hurry along the street; When the bleak north winds at the gables beat, And the flaky noon of the night is nigh, And the reveler's laugh grows obselete, Then Death, white Death, is a-driving by. When the cowering sinner crooks his knee At the cradle-side, in suppliance sweet, And friends converse in a minor key, And doctors hurry along the street; When Croesus flies to his country-seat, And castaways in the garrets cry, And in each house is a 'shape and a sheet," Then Death, white Death, is a-driving by. When the blast of the autumn blinds the bee, And the long rains fall on the ruined wheat. When a glimmer of green on the pools we see, And doctors hurry along the street; When every fellow we chance to meet 66 Has a fulvous glitter in either eye, And a weary wobble in both his feet, Then Death, white Death, is a-driving by. ENVOY. When farmers ride at a furiouus heat, ACROSS THE RIVER. Vague sounds are stirring in the outer world, The songs and stories of the camp around the Which wake an echo in the world within me; blazing fire, The frowning mists across the valley hurled The seaside version of Love's Dream, with To saddened musings by the casement win me; many a whispered vow. And on my rushing thoughts are borne along Like grasses crystallized, are worth a double The waves of sudden and unpurposed song. value now. But now, the sun painted in artist-splendor So while the autumn's magic touch is changing The varied outlines of the sea and shore; green to gold, An old year gently wrapping up the blossoms from the cold, We're culling from the fading days some memories sweet to hold, The sloping woods were bathed in hues so That master's canvas ne'er such glories wore; And coming years shall find youth's dream still The great enchanter's momentary wand fresh in every fold. -Unidentified Exchange. UNBELIEF. There is no unbelief. Whoever plants a seed beneath the sod, Whoever says when clouds are in the sky, Whoever sees 'neath winter's fields of snow Whoever lies down on his couch to sleep Whoever says, "To-morrow" Darkens the landscape and the mind as one; but now Across the bright waves blue as Brenda's eyes, And for home's message to that shore from this, "The Un- But now-and so but now-life seemed to wear "The Future"-trusts that power alone He dare disown. The heart that looks on when the eyelids close, And dares to live when life has only woes, God's comfort knows. There is no unbelief; And day by day, and night increasingly, The heart lives by that faith the lips deny; God knoweth why. -Chicago Advance. And all her pulses and her will to share The sun-enkindled promise of the hour; Off with such burrs of thought! the very spell And, as e'en now the clouds roll off the shore, AT THE LAST. The stream is calmest when it nears the tide, Morning is holy, but a holier charm A holy frgrance, like the breath of prayer hour. Until the evening we must weep and toil- Tread with sad feet the rough and thorny way, PEACE. "Who knows how often he offendeth ?" We cannot tell; we see but blindly So if in this inspired disorder, We can but say, we know not wherefore, We can but feel the mystic teaching Strange mystery! If it was forever, A FORTNIGHTLY JOURNAL. Conducted in the Interests of the Higher Life of the Household. Title Copyright 1884. Contents Copyright 1888. VOLUME 7, No. II. Original in GOOD HOUSEKEEPING. SPRINGFIELD, MASS., SEPTEMBER 29, 1888. THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIVING. THE ETIQUETTE, ECONOMIES AND ETHICS OF THE HOME. IN TWENTY-SIX LESSON-CHAPTERS. CHAPTER XXIV.-LUXURY AND SIMPLICITY. Life is a journey and he who has least of a load to carry travels fastest and most happily.-Channing. Luxury and excessive refinement in states are a sure presage of their downfall.-Rochefoucauld. Mothers and fathers deplore the extravagance, the late hours of society, the wanton dressing, the utter vanity and vexation of the social treadmill. And, lo! a little courage, a little good sense, a little practice upon the part of a very few sensible persons would relieve the pressure. -George William Curtis. UT it is time to return to the Southmayds. Years passed; at last fell the dreaded thunderbolt. Fired by ambition and involved deeper and deeper in speculation, Mr. Southmayd finally saw the bubble burst. In vain his shrewdness and experience. Others more alert and more remorseless forced one of those turns by which he must become a great a great winner. Everything went, stocks, lands and the beautiful home which had grown through all the years since the two put into it their life, love and courage,-all were swept away like a dream. Not being a villain, Mr. Southmayd had made no provision to cheat creditors by putting property in his wife's name or concealment in any form. He now bitterly regretted that the home had not originally been secured to her. He had a proud man's desire to own the house he lived in, a determination to have everything in his own power, increased by Aunt Ruth's suggestions that he should keep the deed in Dora's name. He had been nettled by the supposition that his cherished wife should ever come to want and thought he detected in Aunt Ruth a mercenary spirit. Like many another man he could take no advice from a woman. What he had earned he determined to control without any interference. He saw it all now. In narrow, selfish pride he had subjected that wife to the direst poverty in case his health should fail. Dora had rights as well as his other creditors. As faithful wife, mother, housekeeper, manager and friend she had earned a good home and ought to have it in her own right. Should not his duty to her have outweighed pride? As a housekeeper during nineteen years she could have earned a goodly sum. As nurse, companion, friend and teacher to his children she deserved as much more. True, she had done all this for love. He would have scouted the thought of partnership or hire Did not she have all she WHOLE No. 89. wanted? She fared as well as he and she had "never earned any money in all her life." So he had always said, but somehow it gave him no comfort in this extremity. "It is ridiculous to talk about a wife's business relations with her husband! I'd like to see my wife try to vote or own property. It's her place to keep my house, take care of my children and make a pleasant home for me when I come from making her living." "She has an individuality of her own and would like to express it? She might like to feel she is not a pauper dependent on me? Nonsense? Let women keep in their places and not crowd into men's. That's the trouble. They talk about earning their living. It is not their duty. They should be supported in homes where grace, delicacy and gentleness will be inherited from generation to generation. What lovely creatures refined, high-bred women are! I should like to be able to see Dora clad in soft, trailing gowns with rich lace at the neck and throat when I come home from work. She ought to be a vision of careless ease and enjoyment. My girls shall be when success comes. Their mother in the busy idleness of rich embroidery and my daughters with their harp and piano, all beautifully clothed and free from care,that will be the picture I shall best like to see." He grimly remembered all this now. He remembered, too, that on the few occasions when he had betrayed his hopes Dora had said nothing but turned away. With lightning rapidity it came to him that in his excited life he had taken little time to enjoy his children or his wife. There was always something in the future to be grasped; he had no time to sit at ease to-day. Dora's training had frequently called out remonstrances. Why should the girls as well as boys be taught to do things which the servants could do for them? He did not want his children to work as he had done. They should have a good time and everything they wanted; he was able to support them handsomely. Thanks to that mysterious gift of intuition, woman's divinest heritage, Dora realized that good health, good habits, industrial, mental and moral training were of more value than much gold. These old-fashioned virtues she had taken care to teach her children and now came her reward as they were forced to walk a pathway bordered by Justice and Compensation. When Mr. Southmayd groped his way into the presence of his family like one stricken blind, his wife, seeing that some catastrophe had fallen, led him to their chamber and heard from his ashen lips the story of his downfall. They were homeless, penniless; worse yet, he had lost courage and faith in himself. Like a true woman her first thought was for him over whom hung worse than financial ruin. Before morning he lay prone, speechless, helpless with paralysis. The doctor said that he might live on for years but he would never walk again. Why linger over the sad scenes that followed? In a short time all were adjusted to new conditions, through what heart wrestlings none ever told. It then became known that Mrs. Southmayd, foreseeing misfortune, had saved a yearly sum from the allowance made for family expenses, the accumulation being sufficiently large to buy a small, plain cottage and two acres of land on the outskirts of Roseville. These savings began with the very year of her marriage, and now she saw why she had saved in face of many temptations to spend. The cottage was fitted with necessary furniture and the remainder sold to meet present emergencies. Into the largest chamber the dear invalid was removed, the domestics were dismissed, the boys taken from college and a family council held to decide their immediate future. For the first time in his life Charlie rose equal to the occasion. He had entered college against his own will but in obedience to that of his father. Gladly now he doffed the garb of a student and donned that of the workingman. A shop for manufacturing steam engines gave just the opportunity he wished. To his temperament the speculations of Plato were rhapsodies, while the Corliss engine, the Nasmyth trip-hammer, the Stephenson locomotive and the Hoe printing press were pictures of living beauty. With little exertion he succeeded in filling a subordinate place in the James' Works and Charlie knew he had found his place. 66 Nor had George had any difficulty in finding his. This slow-molded lad of seventeen loved the earth and the free air and all growing things and he decided to be a farmer, to the great disgust of Aunt Ruth, who moaned over the fact that one of Dora's boys turns a machinist and the other a plowman! But Dora is queer, you know! She always talks about the dignity of labor and the true worth of the individual. You cannot do anything with her. But I must confess she has a noble family of children." In spite of thrift and foresight the first few months were hard. The girls felt it more than the boys, though if any young companions fell away they were too busy with their mother to repine. And now Amy's love of painting in water colors came into play. Mrs. Southmayd believed in following the leadings of temperament and so had given her facilities to study art. Amy now invested her pocket money in a large album the pages of which could be arranged like those of a photograph album. These she covered with paintings of wild flowers from her own studies. Underneath each was written a brief botanical description of the plant. It was exhibited in an art store and shortly found a purchaser with orders for more. Amy's albums soon found their way into a large city not far distant, so that the young artist made herself a career without leaving home. The next year's struggle was arduous but not hopeless. Youth loves gayety, ease, beauty, freshness. The mother secured for the children hours of recreation when they were merely healthy, happy, care-free boys and girls, full of fun and frolic, dancing, playing and singing, though always thoughtful of father. It was only at such times that the poor invalid, now able to be propped up in a chair in his sunny room, lost his haggard, desperate look and met that of his wife with the glimmer of a smile. The mother had to be everywhere, taking the lead for the young maid-of-all-work, cooking for the invalid and the family table, coaxing Amy from her paints into the garden or housewifely duties or helping George select seeds and small fruits as the spring opened. Vigilant, almost sleepless for months, in after years this delicate woman realized then that it was love which kept her from breaking down; love and a reliance on that Divine Power which is the source of all that is. George had never been considered clever, but his mother found that "Nature says, 'When I add difficulty I add brain."" He "wrote his thoughts on the face of the ground with hoe and spade" and they grew with the plants he tended. An adjoining field was leased and with the garden plot put into garden stuff and small fruits. A boy was hired to help and together they dug, planted and weeded. A rough piece of ground they fenced off for poultry and Daisy learned to feed fowls, gather eggs and take care of the downy balls of chickens, A beehive found its way into the yard and Amy took upon herself the care of the swarms. It was hard work, but what good thing comes without work? Even if they had hated it all would have been cheerfully done for the sake of their parents. Mrs. Southmayd taught them that simplicity of life is ten thousand fold better for the character than luxury. The house was small, the diet plain, the labor continuous. What mattered it since they were all spared to labor together and begin life again on a true basis? Often she read to them words from those who have tested the gold and rejected its alloy, such as these ringing statements of Emerson concerning hardy American youth : "What is the hoop that holds them together? It is the iron hand of Povery, of Necessity, of Austerity which, excluding them from sensual enjoyment that makes other boys too early old, has directed their activity into safe and right channels and made them despite themselves reverencers of the grand, the beautiful and the good. Ah! short-sighted students who sigh for fine clothes, for rides, for the theater and premature freedom. . . . Woe to them were their wishes crowned. The angels that dwell with them and are weaving laurels for their youthful brows are Toil and Truth and Mutual Faith!" It is generally the case that great riches can only be gathered by outraging the principle of brotherly love. Often it comes through gross injustice to others. The attempt to possess vast wealth is a travesty upon the religion taught by Christ and still upheld in his name. Where the leading men of a community are frenzied with money-making there may be flourishing institutions and much charity, rich churches and ostentatious dwellings, but there is dearth of the higher qualities. The race is still so undeveloped that the tendency is to produce men decaying with effeminacy, corruption and avarice and women indolent, haughty and thoughtless. Society withers at its roots. Is this an extreme statement? It is borne out by history and observation. Mrs. Jane Hume Clapperton says of the English nation, “Luxury and conventionalism have eaten out the heart of social intercourse and left it hollow. They have utterly destroyed the charm, the tender grace, the warmth of English society." Americans seem bound to take the lead of the English in these respects, forgetting that the energy given to the acquisition of luxury might promote every noble ambition. It is a vain confession that theirs consists in money-making not man-making. The effect on women is to produce variations of Becky Sharp among the morally undeveloped; they can only be good on ten thousand a year. Homes full of sweet and simple beauty are looked upon with contempt. In the strife to get uppermost, in the words of Howells, nearly all "struggle to be distinguished from the mass and to be set apart in select circles and upper classes like people we have read about." They forget that poverty of the soul can never be remedied by pomp of show. It is the direst pauperism to have only "fed on the roses and lain on the lilies of life," and, in the words of Thoreau, to belong to that "seemingly wealthy but really most impoverished class of all, who have accumulated dress and know not how to use it and thus forge their own golden fetters." Some wealthy men like George Peabody, Ezra Cornell, Peter Cooper and Samuel Morley of London have risen to a proper appreciation of the uses of money, to others it is a The luxury which it induces con rupts and weakens. curse. It produces materialism and sensuality, it enervates instead of elevating. The indolence which is the result of wealth, according to a Turkish proverb proves that "The devil tempts the busy man, but the idle man tempts the devil." Regarding these temptations the Southmayds had no further knowledge. During the second year of their reverses Charlie received higher wages and George's garden brought a better income. Amy continued her painting and made the "Roses of Roseville" a specialty. Mrs. Southmayd's housewifely experience enabled her to maintain a nutritious table where hearty meat-eaters would have been in despair. Cream, milk, butter, eggs, vegetables and cereals passed through constant permutations and all good. Best of all, the doctors were mistaken; doctors sometimes are! As in the case of Josef Hofmann the boy pianist, no two agreed in diagnosis or prescription. Nature and an atmosphere of affection were more powerful than disease. Who shall dare limit the influence of a strong, loving will and wish? Who can say where the power of mind over mind begins or ends? It was a mental shock which made him helpless; is it too much to believe that hope and trust and belief in those unseen forces which we call nature and which are the living channels of Providence, had their legitimate effect? Original in GOOD HOUSEKEEPING. BULBS. FOR OUT-DOOR CULTURE AND FOR WINTER BLOOMING. ence, it is hard to select from a catalogue bulbs that will do well for the house. Many of the imported bulbs are dry and worthless, and what are advertised as home-grown are too old to do well in the hands of an amateur, but if your dealer is reliable and can assure you of the freshness of his stock it will be safe to select the following as among the best for winter blooming: Single Tulips, Jonquil, Crocus and Lily of the Valley, Giant Oxalis, both yellow and pink, Fairy Lily, a species of Amaryllis, Hyacinths, Cyclamen, a Calla and Prince of Orange Amaryllis. The Tulips, Jonquil, Crocus, and Lily of the Valley must be potted in the fall and buried where they will freeze two or three times before they are brought indoors, then put them in the cellar where they will thaw and become well rooted. When they are well above the soil bring them up and put them in the window, not the most sunny one, but a north or west window and as far from the stove as possible; keep -Hester M. Poole. quite moist and you will soon have Crocus, Tulips and Jonquil will follow and Lily of the Valley for the last. Hyacinths should not be grown in glasses, they are unsatisfactory and the bulbs are worthless for further use. Pot them in good rich soil eight or ten weeks before you wish to put them in the window, and bury them in the cellar. When they are rooted sufficiently the tops will push above the ground, and when an inch or two high bring up and give rather more light and heat than the first named bulbs. The Roman Hyacinth is easiest of culture and each bulb will throw up two or three flower stalks. At all events the sun of the second summer in the Southmayd cottage shone upon the bowed figure and gray hair of the prematurely aged man tottering along the walk before the door or at light work with George. Original in GoOD HOUSEKEEPING. PHBE. Phoebe Phoebe ! Where, oh! where can the wanderer be? All through the orchard I've been with care, Where, oh! where can the wanderer be? Phoebe Phoebe ! Come back again to the old home tree. Are you happy there, do you long to stay, Come back again to the old home tree. Phoebe! Phoebe ! Sad is your song, little bird, to me. No answer comes to your plaintive cry. I too have called and with no reply; I too have waited all in vain For a loved one gone to return again. I too have listened close and long For a sweet glad voice and a welcome song. Phoebe! Phœbe! Come back again to the old home tree. -Ada M. Simpson. The Fairy Lily, Oxalis, and Freesias need much the same treatment. Four or five bulbs of either kind may be allowed to a five-inch pot; give them good soil, plenty of sun and a good degree of warmth and they bloom very soon. The Freesia is the finest thing I have ever grown for winter blooming, requiring little care, sure to blossom, and beautiful to look at, while nothing can compare with its delicious fragrance. Procure your Cyclamen of the florist, well started for winter growth; they are very fine and remain in blossom a long time. A Prince of Orange Amaryllis will blossom twice in the year, in August and again in December. After the summer blooming set it away in a somewhat cool and dark place, giving little water until the new growth starts, then give plenty of water and a sunny corner and the bud stalk will soon appear. If your Calla does not show signs of blooming after a reasonable time, water quite freely with warm water, nearly as hot as you can bear your hand in. There is a fascination about the growth of bulbous plants, the unfolding of leaf and bud under one's very eye, that nothing else can give, and I much prefer them to any other class of plants, both for out-of-door culture and for winter blooming. -Myra C. Durfee. FAIR laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm, Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.-Gray. |