258 POT-POURRI. 



from all parts of England the welcome hampers 

 are sent to the various depots, and find their way 

 to nearly all our hospitals and infirmaries. 



As flowers are not to be had for distribution all 

 the year round, I should like to draw attention to 

 other little gifts which often take their place in 

 cheering suffering lives during the winter months. 

 If we were obliged to live for a few weeks in a 

 miserable garret in one of the slums of London, I 

 suppose we might then have some idea of the 

 pleasure that a little bag of sweetly scented pot- 

 pourri can give to a poor sufferer who has to pass 

 days and nights of pain in the midst of evil 

 smells. 



It is always a great delight to me to pack up a 

 box containing eighty or a hundred of these little 

 bags, with their pretty lace edgings and comfort- 

 ing texts of Scripture, and send it to some of the 

 kind workers in London for distribution to the sick 

 poor. 



Let us follow our small gifts in imagination, and 

 think of the gleams of brightness they will convey. 

 There is something in their sweetness as they 

 bring a whiff of country roses with them that must 



