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The hope of the author of this address has been to stir up the pure 

 minds of the members of this Society by way of remembrance, that they 

 pass not by the good, the beautiful and the true in their enviable and 

 noble calling. We are constantly in danger, in all the work of life, 

 of concentrating all our energies upon the getting of a livelihood to the 

 neglect of our real life and the abounding beauty on every side. The 

 Hindoos, at one of their festivals, pay divine honors to the implements 

 of their trades. The blacksmith brings his hammer, the carpenter his 

 saw and plane, the husbandman his rude plow ; and they bow down and 

 worship them. We are very much in danger, amid the absorbing com- 

 petitions of secular life, of falling into a similar idolatry. We are apt 

 to see only the shining dollar, and miss the glowing face of God. Let 

 us not make too much of the muck-rake. While faithful to our work, 

 from its bread and butter side, let us ever have a supreme interest in the 

 things that minister to the higher life. We belong to two worlds, and 

 want to make the best of them both. The horticulturist is warned and 

 entreated by ten thousand voices to fix his thoughts and affections upon 

 things that are pure and lovely and of good report, and that forever en- 

 dure. The transient beauty of the fading leaf, the melancholy voice of 

 the mournful winds, the many monitions of our frail and mortal state, 

 all urge us to put on innnortal beauty, to lay up imperishable treasures, 

 and while making the most of the life that now is, to make sure of eter- 

 nal life. Let the frail beauty of the blossom and flower, and the message 

 of the falling leaf, create in us irrepressible longings for the everlasting 

 beauty of holiness. Then when the deathless soul is sent forth from its 

 perisliable habitation it shall be transplanted to 



Those everlasting gardens 



Where angels walk, and seraplis are the wardens! 



Where every flower, tarouglit safe through death's dark portal, 



Becomes immortal. 



The session was declared adjourned to reassemble at nine in the 

 morning. 



WEDNESDAY, JUNE 14, 9 A. M. 



ORCHARDS. 



President Whitten presided, and the session opened with prayer by 

 Rev. E. K. Wolf. The first paper of the morning was on cold storage, 

 by W. T. Flournoy, Marionville, Mo. 



