SUMMER MEETING AT BROOKFIELD. 11 



And now I pray that you, my horticultural friend, 



Take pleasure in the things you tend, 



And don't you pine, in blizzard's clime to roam, 



But be content with your Missouri home ; 



And while amid your fruits and flowers, 



Think of that better home that may be ours 



In yonder paradise above, 



Where all is joy and love. 



Song by Miss Maud Crandall, Brookfield. 



COMMITTEES APPOINTED. 



Fruits — F. Holsinger, C. H. Fink, J. B. Laughlin. 

 Flowers — D. S. Holinan, Mrs. W. T. Snow, Mrs. Bodemyre. 

 Finance — N. F. Murray, J. B. Durand, A. Nelson. 

 Obituary— ~D. S. Holman, Chas Patterson. 

 Final Resolutions— C. W. Murtfeldt, J. P. Daley, S. W. Gilbert. 



FLO WEBS AND THE1B MISSION. 



BY MRS. MARIE RODEMYRE, CENTRALIA. 



Flowers were one of the first beautiful gifts of God to imperfect 

 humanity. 



History does not record the manner in which the garden of Eden 

 was laid out, but we will suppose it was left to grow — as you please. 

 Be this as it may, according to Milton it was bewilderiugly beautiful. 

 He gives us a glowing description of this first fruit and flower garden. 

 Here the colossal Adonis (Adam) reclined in idleness, while Eve pan- 

 dered to his laziness by carrying to him the most luscious fruits and 

 fragrant flowers to be found therein. 



But to return to our subject. 



Flowers, by their countless forms and colorings, go to prove an 

 infinite mind gratifying itself in creative thought. Their strange and 

 wonderful beauty excites our admiration and fills us with awe. We 

 stand in wonderment and perplexity, in watching the little colored 

 seeds throw off their chrysalis and become an embryo plant, sending 

 out its tiny roots, groping unerringly in its search for the moisture 

 which nourishes it into maturity. 



It is a pleasing sight to see the ambitious helianthus rear its royal 

 head above its fellow flowers and turn its golden disc to the sun it 

 worships. 



