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PUBLISHERS NOTICES 



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Tis not in mortals to COMMAND success, but we'll do 

 more, Sempronius, we'll DESERVE IT. — Addison: Cato. 



We Are What People Call Us. 



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 We are a hospital. 



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Note: — Before proceeding further, let us 

 explain. There is an old saying, with much 

 truth in it, that a person may be or become 

 that in which he has implicit confidence and 

 earnest faith. We propose to go further and 

 say that Arcadia will accept and become 

 everything that the people persist in er- 

 roneously calling it. It is so difficult to 

 change public opinion that we take the 

 easier course and accept and assume all 

 that we are called. While the buildings of 

 Arcadia (seven thus far) have been in the 

 process of erection, there have been many 

 curious remarks of misunderstanding our 

 simple yet important purpose of leading 

 people to a knowledge and love of nature. 

 We have been amused; we have been vexed; 

 now we are resigned and accept anything 

 you persist in calling us, as will be set 

 forth in a series of articles of which this is 

 No. 2. 



"Ish das de hos-pi-talf" 



We are informed by a resident of 

 Sound Beach, as a supposedly good 

 joke, that this was the inquiry of 

 a stranger with a decidedly foreign 

 accent as he pointed to the long rows 

 of Arcadia buildings surrounded by 

 an iron fence. 



"Well, really," continued our jocose 

 Sound Beach friend, "couldn't blame 

 him after all for if I hadn't known I 

 might have thought it was something 

 of the kind. But I thought you would 

 regard it as a good joke, and I made 

 up my mind I'd tell you the first time 

 I met you." 



"What did you tell him?" 



"Oh, I explained to him that this is 

 a 'bug house' and that you had all 

 sorts of queer things here." 



"The joke is on you ; not him. We 

 are a hospital; we haven't a bug (the 

 house is too new) and as to "all sorts,' 

 we have only a very, very small frac- 



tion of even the local forms of natural- 

 ists' interest." 



And so let us accept this, my reader ; 

 we are a hospital, a hospitalia, for 

 those desiring cure from the stress and 

 strain of modern civilization. 



Are you tired out? Our hospital 

 takes you to the sun parlors of the 

 world, and bids you assimilate all its 

 rays of beauty and interest. 



Are you a little discouraged? Then 

 as with Agassiz, Nature the old nurse, 

 will take you as a child upon her knee, 

 "Saying: 'Here is a story-book 

 Thy father has written for thee.' ' 



And if you will you may wander 

 "away and away 

 With Nature, the dear old nurse, 



Who sang to him night and day 

 The rhymes of the universe." 



Yes, Nature is a "dear old nurse," 

 the dearest possession of mankind, and 

 as old as the universe. 



Nature is also a true teacher, and 

 rightly has Wordsworth urged us to 

 "Come forth into the light of Things, 

 Let Nature be your Teacher." 



But teacher is only another word for 

 doctor. So then, nature is a nurse and 

 a doctor, and where there are a nurse 

 and a doctor there is a hospital. 



Yes, das ish de hos-pi-tal ! 



The Henry Lomb Memorial. 



In the presence of the 1,800 em- 

 ployees of the Bausch & Lomb Optical 

 Company, the first bronze and marble 

 testimonial ever erected in Rochester 

 by employees to a deceased employer 

 was unveiled in the factory of the 

 Bausch & Lomb Company. The 

 bronze is a tablet resting on a beauti- 

 fully polished Ionic column or pedestal 

 of Sienna marble. The bronze tablet 

 is attached to a scroll capital of the 

 column. 



The testimonial is in memory of Cap- 

 tain Henry Lomb, who jointly with 



