290 TRANSACTIONS OF THE KANKAKEP: 



They rest in peaceful, calm content, 



Full conscious of their happy choice 

 That lionest hearts, with pure intent, 

 yiust e'er with peace and hope rejoice, 

 And ever cluster 'round the spot 

 Dear memories that ne'er forgot. 



Thus life's graind aim is here attained, 



Where hope and peace give calm repose 

 Its highest purpose haply gained — 

 No shadows darken 'round its close. 

 Its eve grown radient in the glow 

 Of grand achievements here below. 



Discussion on Floriculture was opened by the following paper: 

 THE NEED OF FLOWERS. 



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BY MRS. G. DECKEK: 



Who needs flowers most, the old or young? It has long been a 

 question in niv mind. We all need them. Flowers are the symbols 

 of all that is ])ure and true in this life, and they teach us to hope for 

 a, life to come. Fancy yourself on a lone sea-girt island: even there 

 they will beam forth and speak of the wond'rous love of Him who 

 inhabits the farthermost island of the deep, and forgets not even 

 there to })lace these ])right inessengers of love, and remind us that 

 Grod is everywhere. 



The aged need ti(jwers as they turn and gently walk on the down 

 hill road of life: to them they are the reminders of the happy past. 



I often think how careful my mother was of her hollyhocks, 

 lilacs, honeysuckles, and roses. They are blessed reminders of many 

 a pleasing episode, therefore keep and cherish them, and when the 

 aged form has lain down for that sleej) which comes sooner or later 

 to all. crown the whitened locks with the flowers which she so loved 

 and tended. 



The yoi(n.(j need flowers: they teach the road to purity and 

 honor. To us all they are sermons, which come not from the voice 

 of man. l)ut from the heart of the lovely blossom, as it silently whis- 

 pers. '■ r am the resurrection and the life."' Is it rest to care for 

 flowers? Try it. you who have not, and become convinced. We 

 forget sickness, pain. care, and trouble; we become so interested in 

 the beauties of nature which surround us as to forget self, and live 

 in what we for the moment behold. 



The youth need flowers to make them better, to purify and ele- 

 vate their morals, to remind them of the beautiful beyond. We all 

 need flowers, the rich and poor, high and low, for they come to each 

 from the same bountiful hand. How the poor woman treasures her 

 flowers — next to her children they are housed and protected from 



