134 TKANSACTIONS OP THE HORTICULTUEAL 



far as possible, the ravages of Time. Care of the health, tidiness 

 and cheerfulness go far toward the preservation of yoathfal appear- 

 ances. Assumption of characteristics, belonging to the tender age, 

 however, is revolting in the extreme, yet adaptation of one's self to 

 society of varying age, prevents an over-deep impression of the 

 stamp of years. Genuine prepossessing qualities, however, center 

 not so much in grace of form and feature, as in the symmetry of 

 the soul. 



It has been said " the eyes are the windows of the soul." The 

 time is coming wherein the physiognomy shall be the true exponent 

 of character. Not that humanity now does not stamp upon the face 

 the real self, but, in the future, men shall have studied each other 

 and self more, so that without word or warning, we may read our 

 fellow man. 



"Would'st thou know thyself, 

 In others' self, discern ; 

 Would'st thou others know, 

 Read thyself and learn." 



Self knowledge is by far the highest type of knowledge, because 

 self examination is inter-woven with destiny. When Ave consider 

 the mysterious human mechanism, we are lost in admiration. Man 

 never tires of studying self. It is the fascination of the work that 

 will ever keep pushing the investigation and thus enlarge the range 

 of self-acquaintance. 



Love of knowledge is fostered by love for the beautiful. The 

 scientist would never undergo the toils and sacrifices of his calling, 

 were it not for the satisfaction of feasting his curious appetite upon 

 the hidden of creation. The musician adores music, the artist is 

 devoted to art, the professional is charmed by his profession. Suc- 

 cess is the reward of the devotee. But in no department of the 

 unrevealed do we find so entrancing a study as that of mind and 

 spirit — the animating forces of creation. AH our powers of admir- 

 ation are drawn out upon the inexplicable ungovernable ego. It 

 has been written: " What is man that thou art mindful of him." 

 What is a grain of sand that it should exist? Nothing, except that 

 in the aggregate it becometh a mighty planet wherein God dwells. 

 What is man? An atom in the sea of humanity, but God in his 

 essence. If there is anything for which humanity can continually 

 thank its author, it is for life — for all that life makes possible. 

 Instead of being a mere machine of organic matter, we are the 

 thoughtful, the intelligent beings; we are with all the possibilities 

 and privileges of an immortal existence. Behold what a wonder is 

 man? Nothing lower than God and the celestial beings calls forth 

 such adoiiration as does man. 



Before him Nature yields her loveliest gifts and acknowledges 

 his dominion upon land and upon sea. The windows of heaven pour 



