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THE GUIDE TO NATURE 



Mr. George H. Hoyt and Mr. Charles 

 A. Hawley. I thereupon prepared, and 

 he executed, a trust deed placing the 

 securities in the hands of the trustees 

 with authority to turn over the prop- 

 erty to the hospital when a proper 

 charter had been granted and the trus- 

 tees were satisfied that this gift, to- 

 gether with others to be obtained, 

 would reach an amount sufficient to 

 warrant the establishment of a hospi- 

 tal. 



A charter for the hospital was grant- 

 ed May 9, 1893, and the trustees de- 

 cided that when $100,000, inclusive of 

 Judge Clason's gift, had been raised, 

 that they would turn over the fund 

 to the hospital corporation. This sum 

 was raised in the fall of 1895, and the 

 'fund was then turned over and the 

 present hospital property was pur- 

 chased, and on May 1, 1896 the hos- 

 pital was opened up for service. 



Many of the subscribers to the fund 



were desirous that the hospital be 

 named the John Clason Memorial Hos- 

 pital, but Judge Clason strenuously 

 objected to this as it might be the 

 means of interfering with future sub- 

 scriptions, and insisted that the name 

 be the Stamford Hospital, by which 

 name it was incorporated. 



From the time when the gift was 

 made to the present Judge Clason has 

 been in every conceivable way deeply 

 interested in the hospital's welfare. He 

 has not only made additional subscrip- 

 tions of some $10,000, but has been 

 instrumental in inducing others to sub- 

 scribe for the hospital's maintenance. 

 Until prevented by failing health he 

 had been accustomed to attend the 

 commencement exercises of the hos- 

 pital training school and award the 

 diplomas to the graduates, always with 

 appropriate expression of interest in 

 them and in their work and in the work 

 of the hospital. 



In Haying Time. 



BY EDWARD F. BIGELOW, ARCADIA: SOUND 

 BEACH, CONNECTICUT. 



"Are you getting up ? Come ; it's 

 time — past time. The hog is standing 

 on his nose, and the dog is picking 

 cherries in the apple tree. Come ! Do 

 you hear? Most noon! Lamb and 

 Lion" (a favorite yoke of oxen) "are 

 hoeing your watermelon patch and 

 want to know which one they shall 

 crack on the stone and eat in the shade 

 of the ash tree. Are you co " 



That last appeal, or perhaps the per- 

 sistence of the call and increasing 

 volume of tone, partly awakened the 

 country boy, sufficiently so to get him 

 drowsily out of bed, with wonderment 



as to why the sun was so bright. It 

 must be admitted that it was surpris- 

 ingly late. 



The father indulgently allowed "the 

 boy" to sleep a little later than do most 

 farmers (possibly he was a boy once 

 himself — which many farmers and 

 fathers evidently were not). He also 

 had a theory, or a humorous notion, 

 that the "juxtaposition of incongruous 

 concepts" would awaken. 



He had a few times carried this spirit 

 of paradox to an extreme, as some sad 

 experiences proved, and he no longer 

 cried, "Fire, fire!" nor, "John has fallen 

 down the well." There are some 

 things, and they are theoretically 

 good things too, that in practice do not 



