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nothing to the showing made by a local society. This is not our 

 hope, but we do hope that the discussions and facts brought out 

 at this meeting will induce not only leading members but every 

 member of this county society to begin here, and now to make 

 earnest and definite plans, looking to an annual strawberry and 

 rose show, each one of which shall be better than its predecessor, 

 and yet only faintly shadowing forth the excellence of those to 

 come after it. 



GARDEN REVELATIONS. 



By Mrs. H. M. LEWIS, Madison. 



Oh, the summer, the beautiful summer! How dear it should be 

 to us all, with its fresh green leaves, lovely flowers, blue skies, 

 balmy air and joyous birds! Let us live in the present, and enjoy 

 each day of it, for it will too soon pass away! 



" There is no price set on the lavish summer, 

 And June may be had by the poorest comer. 

 And what is so rare as a day in June? 



Then, if ever, come perfect days ; 

 Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, 

 And over it softly her warm ear lays. 

 Whether we look, or whether we listen, 

 We hear life murmur, or see it glisten." 



How kind of God the Giver to have made this earth of His so 

 beautiful! Why did not He make it a desert, and create man with 

 no capacity for the enjoyment of His beautiful creations? But, no; 

 He has created man but little lower than the angels, and He has 

 made a world full of astonishing beauty, mentally and spiritually; 

 and if man will but study it, love it and enjoy it, in the right 

 spirit, it will not have been made for him in vain. 



One beautiful, fine morning when all nature was overflowing with 

 joy, beauty and gladness, I heard a long-faced, sorrowful man pray 

 to God that He would close his eyes forever on the beauties of- 

 nature. Methinks such a man unfitted for heaven; he could not 

 enjoy heaven were he there, for God intends us to measure heaven 

 by the world He has given us here, and He loves this world of His. 



" 'Tis man's own sickly blunders make the world deformed alone ; 

 Who know it most, see beauty most; who know it least, see none." 



