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Orchids and lace grow well together in Bruges and we 

 saw ravishing specimens of both. To me, Bruges seemed 

 the most charmingly restful of all places. Its art 

 treasures, its cathedrals, the ancient moats and canals, 

 the dear old lady lacemakers. the quiet elegance of its 

 homes, made a combination found in few small places. 

 Horticulturally, interest centers around the orchids and 

 bay trees as grown at the Sanders establishment, just 

 beyond the city gates. Here one sees bay trees by the 

 mile and orchid houses by the acre. The' ladies of our 

 party left Bruges with very sizable boxes of Orchids 

 from these famous houses, and the contents of one box 

 reached America, 14 days later, in fine condition. 



Space forbids that I tell of the other good things that 

 came our way, for the treasures of the flowery kingdom 

 were not the only treasures placed before us. At each 

 and every place, host and hostess were mindful of our 

 material needs, and left nothing undone that would add 

 to our comfort or pleasure. 



But as we left Ostend for England, and a few days 

 later, Liverpool for America, tired to exhaustion of "see- 

 ing things," and yet filled with wonder and admiration at 

 the progress of things horticultural in foreign countries. 

 we remembered with pride, that it was our own Beecher 

 who said, "flowers were the sweetest things God ever 

 made, and forgot to put a Soul into." And as we felt the 

 sea beneath us. we could have sung with a will, our own 

 Van Dyke's chorus. 



Then it's home again and home again, 



America for me, 



In the blessed land of "room enough," 



Beyond the ocean bars 



Where the air is full of sunshine. 



And the flag is full of stars. 



GARDENING IN THE MIDDLE WEST. 



The eighth annual horticultural show under the aus- 

 pices of the North Shore Horticultural Society and the 

 Garden Club of Illinois, was held on July 22 at the 

 Durand Art Institute of Lake Forest, Illinois, and was a 

 notable afifair in many respects. 



Of all the many beautiful North Shore towns of busy 

 Chicago, Lake Forest is the most distinct. Different 

 from all others in the way it is laid out, the streets are 

 more like winding driveways through a huge, beautiful 

 park and located on the steep bluff's of Lake Michigan, 

 fully 100 feet above it. 



More millionaires with large estates are located here 

 than in any other town in the Middle West, and here 

 flourishes a most progressive horticultural society full 

 of live men, among whom E. O. Orpet, as superintendent 

 of "Walden," the Cyrus H. McCormick estate, with a 

 steady force of over 30 men under him, is leading; and 

 at his side are E. Bollinger and John Tiplady. The 

 latter was in charge of this year's splendid show. 



There were thousands of Gladioli to greet one on enter- 

 ing the large hall. Among them were the newest and 

 best varieties, but none more admired than the grand 

 novelty Mrs. John Pendleton, Jr., with its large orchid 

 flowering blossoms of delicate pink and deep red blotches 

 in the throat and lower petals; you can't help but fall in 

 love with this charming sort. 



The collection of perennials carrying off the silver 

 medal gave the visiting florists, of which there were quite 

 a number, a better idea of what can be done in this line 

 than a whole year's study of books. Here they were, 

 perfect specimens of each sort desirable for our climate 

 and location. 



The good gardener is not the one who knows just all 

 about Roses, how to handle them under glass in factory 



style, so as to get the greatest amount of flowers, or 

 the one who recognizes nothing outside of Carnations as 

 worth growing. True, we have these men, and let us 

 give all credit due for getting the most dollars out of 

 what we term as "the business," but don't let us on that 

 account think the less of the man who loves plant life to 

 such an extent as to partly, at least, be unconcerned about 

 the money part, who will tenderly and patientiv nurse 

 and care for that Gloxinia, Gesneria or Begonia from 

 the time when the seed is sown until the plants are in full 

 bloom. You will find most of these men among the 

 private gardeners, and the more we specialize as com- 

 mercial florists, the more we will confine ourselves to the 

 handling of just a few sorts of plants to be grown and 

 the more we will look to the private gardener to be the 

 real gardener. 



Compared with the East, the Middle 'W'est up to a few 

 years ago could pride itself on but few places where the 

 services of good gardeners were demanded on private 

 estates, or appreciated : but all that has been changed. 

 The present generation wants the best, and is willing to 

 pay for it. Good gardeners from all over have been in- 

 vited here, and beautiful grounds are the result. The 

 exhibition of grand flowers held here last week therefore 

 deserves of more than passing notice. It showed the 

 progress made within eight years in horticulture in out- 

 of-door flowers in particular. It proved that a number 

 of earnest and up-to-date men are at work here to pro- 

 duce the best stock possible. They are educating them- 

 selves, and a whole host of others along with them, and 

 before long other towns all through the Middle West will 

 get into the same spirit which exists here in Lake Forest, 

 and whether directly or indirectly, the local florists are 

 the ones more benefited financially by these shows than 

 any one else, and therefore it is their duty, and they 

 should be liberal minded enough, to support and en- 

 courage the men making these shows possible, or who 

 are connected in any way with them. — Fritz Bahr. in 

 Florists' Exchange. 



THE MAN WHO WINS. 



The man who wins is the man who works — 

 The man who toils, while the next man shirks ; 

 The man who stands in his deep distress 

 With his head held high in the deadly press. 

 Yes, he is the man who wins. 



The man who wins is the man who knows 

 The value of pains and the worth of woes, 

 Who a lesson learns from the man who fails 

 And a moral finds in his mournful wails ; 

 Yes, he is the man who wins. 



The man who wins is the man who stays 

 In the unsought paths and the rocky ways ; 

 And, perhaps, who lingers now and then. 

 To help some failure to rise again. 

 Ah ! he is the man who wins. 



And the man who wins is the man who hears 

 The curse of the envious in his ears. 

 But who goes his way with his head held high 

 And passes the wrecks of the failures by — 

 For he is the man who wins. 



— Harvester World. 



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