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They require moisture, shade, and liquid manure. Fuschia cuttings should 

 be taken in February, March or April. 



ROSES. 



There is no plant which requires a richer soil or better repays attention 

 to its wants than the Rose. Its top dress in Spring is composed of well- 

 rotted cow manure, fresh loam and a little sand. Prune closely. Cuttings 

 of hardy roses will stick easily in July or August with flour or sulphur to 

 destroy the green caterpillar. Spring flowering bulbs should be planted in 

 October and November. The dark sandy loam under the pine trees in the, 

 woods is the best for all bulbs. Cover with mulch of manure or leaves. 



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"Children of yesterday 

 Heirs of to-morrow 

 What are you weaving 



Labor or sorrow?" 

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THE TRUE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS. 

 (Paper read before Chilliwack W. I. by Mrs. Hall.) 



What Christmas really means is this that on Christmas Day the boun- 

 daries of earth and heaven touch and intermingle, and that the love of God 

 and the love of man are two sides of the same blessing and in these truths 

 belong to all good creeds. 



You cannot dodge Christmas. It is a spry institution. It chases you, 

 corners you and makes you perform whatever your mood may be, whatever 

 your purse may be, along about the last of the year, like an inexorable Fate, 

 comes a day when you have to give things to a lot of people. If you did not 

 do this the people themselves might possibly forgive you; but you would 

 not forgive yourself. 



Christmas is the celebration of the birthday of one who was very poor; 

 one who had nothing to give away but love, sympathy and kindly ministry. 

 He probably never bought a bauble for anybody; He left no estate; it was 

 almost certain that He died in debt, and yet He was the friend of man. He 

 gave the world more than anyone else ever gave and the stream of His 

 friendliness and bestowment still flows. The kings and priests of his day 

 had little use for Him, but the sick were carried to Him; little children 

 nestled to Him, and erring women laved His feet with their tears. It is a 

 good thing to commemorate perpetually the birthday of this man; good to 

 give to your friends reasonable tokens of remembrance and regard, but the 

 modern Christmas has in most quarters fallen to the level of strain and 

 extravagance, while the tax of it, and the actual debt frequently incurred 

 for "presents" lie heavy upon the individual and the home. 



By promiscuous and vain glorious giving; by a one-day's riotous confer- 

 ment of hastily chosen gew-gaws, we have made Christmas a senseless orgy; 

 a sin to be confessed and turned from. Take our Christmas as it stands to- 

 day, the toiling, the crowding, the spending, the tinsel, the tax, the sham 

 and set it over against the spirit and teaching of the Man in whose name 

 Christianity exists. What would this Man think of it? What would he say 

 of it? What would He do with it, if he were to step in suddenly and 

 handle the situation? 



An excess of anything carries with its its own distemper. Too much food 

 brings cellular decays; too much play spoils a man for serious endeavor; 

 too much money clogs the soul and keeps real happiness from flowing 



