THE HARDEN MEMORIAE 



The Barden Memorial. 



BY DR. FRANK CRANlC. 



Into the home of H. E. Barden, at 

 Kenosha, Wisconsin, stalked that visitor 

 who "descends with equal footstep to the 

 hall and hut." 



His attendants. Horror and Heart- 

 break, were with him. 



He laid his hand on the youngest son 

 of the home, and the little fellow fol- 

 lowed him off, into the land of mystery 

 and nevermore, as all of us must go 

 when the order conies. 



Out of the ashes of the father's grief 

 arose a beautiful thought that unfolded 

 into a beautiful deed. 



He woidd build a memorial to the 

 child he had loved "and lost awhile." 



Others have erected memorials. Man 

 is the tomb-building animal. There 

 is the Taj Mahal, jewel of extravagant 

 love. There are the pyramids where 

 kings reposed. There are the churches, 

 libraries, colleges and all manner of 

 buildings, and endowed causes. 



A thought of pure love is in each of 

 them, but not always a thought of wis- 

 dom nor of beauty. 



Mr. Barden's thought was beautiful 

 and w^ise as well as loving. 



On Arbor Day he gave to every child 

 in town a small catalpa tree. Through 

 the public schools he distributed three 

 thousand trees, together with instruc- 

 tions about their planting and care. 



You see, the little dead boy did not 

 live on as a cold and silent mass of 

 stone, the vain advertisement of vain 

 grief, but he grew, his memory grew, 

 as a green thing in the hearts of many 

 children ; his gone life was reincarnated 

 in the most beautiful thing God ever 

 made — a tree. 



The next year as many soft maples 

 w^ere given, and the following year 

 elms. 



Mary D. Bradford, superintendent 

 of schools, tells us that a careful can- 

 vass and report of the tree planting 

 was made the second year, and 934 of 

 the catalpas and 854 of the maples were 

 found thriving, though this number 

 was doubtless too small, as many of 

 the children had moved away or passed 

 on to the high school. 



"In 191 5," says Mrs. Bradford, 

 "every child carried home a fine, 

 healthy little apple tree. This was re- 

 garded as the greatest gift of all. A 

 careful demonstration of the right way 

 to plant the tree was made at each 



school by the principal or janitor. It 

 was an interesting sight to see the 

 children pouring out of the schools 

 on Arbor Day, each with a tree, the 

 roots carefully wrapped in paper." 



Blessed is little Eniil Barden, whose 

 memory lives on in green leaves and 

 running sap, and blessed his father's 

 thought, and blessed too the army of 

 children whose hands have been guid- 

 ed by a consecrated inspiration to do 

 about the cleanest, most unqualifiedly 

 useful thing a mortal can do — to plant 

 a tree. — By permission of The Asso- 

 ciated Newspapers. 



One Day's Outing. 



BY W. C. BANKS, STAMFORD, CONNECTICUT. 



For a long time one of my friends, 

 whose enthusiasm for minerals is peren- 

 nial, has been urging me to accompany 

 him on an excursion to the limestone 

 quarries at Canaan, Connecticut. On a 

 recent October day we started, weighted 

 with a plentiful supply of hammers, chis- 

 els, enthusiasm and hincli. It was a beau- 

 tiful day. The cloudless sky, the brilliant 

 coloring of the hills, set off by the somber 

 green of pine and hemlock, made a picture 

 that will long remain with me. Every 

 new vista from the car window was a 

 revelation of beauty. The river winding 

 among the brilliantly tinted hills was 

 alone well worth the journey to see. But, 

 being practical mortals, we wished for 

 more material rewards, and we got them 

 in the shape of some good specimens of 

 diopside, and bladed and fibrous white 

 tremolite. I was so fortunate as to secure 

 a radiated specimen of tremolite and one 

 large crystal, nearly three inches long, 

 of diopside nicely exposed in bluish gray 

 dolomite. These are good indeed, and 

 will long serve to remind me that one 

 corner of Paradise is situated in Litch- 

 field County, Connecticut. 



A Correction. 



In the article, "Some Local Geology," 

 by Mr. W. C. Banks in our April number 

 appears the statement, "It may since have 

 been more than once submerged, but the 

 absence of stratified drift makes this 

 doubtful." Mr. Banks calls our attention 

 to the fact that this is in error, either 

 through a slip of the pen or an oversight 

 on the part of the proof reader, for the 

 stratified drift certainly does occur 

 abundantly. The sentence should read, 

 absence of stratified rock." 



