Eternal flowers, how truly 



They speak of the garden above, 

 Where snow and frost never cometh, 



With l:>lossoms unfolding by love. 



An open book, richly wrought of white feverfew, with dark 

 heliotrope for lines and edges, gilded with golden rod, was 

 neatly arranged by Miss Helen M. Henry, and 



If upon its spotless pages 



One might trace a record there, 

 It would be the taste and judgment 



Of the skilful artist fair. 



A vase of rare roses of six varieties, also from Miss Henry's 

 garden were very fine specimens, showing that "quality not 



quantity," must be her floral motto, and teaching us we can 



always have roses blooming in our pathv/ay. 



Miss C. M. Bourne contributed a very beautiful pillow and 

 wreath; the white boquet dahlias, like lace, edging the pillow, 

 with more delicate flowers filling in, like a pattern, the inviting 

 resting place. We have learned to expect elegance and taste 

 from her skilful fingers and artistic judgment. 



Miss Emily Foster, also, had a very fine pillow of red gera- 

 niums covered with a frost work of tiny white flowers. 



Mrs. H. S. Pratt's fairy bird cage attracted much attention, 

 causing us to peep behind the blossoms for the mother bird, 

 and listen in vain for the song of its mate. By the way, where 

 are the song birds that should make music at our fairs ? We 

 know of many being raised in town, will not some one favor us 

 with a collection of them next year? 



There was also a design of a gypsy kettle, besides many 

 beautiful anchors and crosses. Our baskets were all very 

 pretty and filled with many rare and costly flowers, while the 

 little blossoms we meet in almost every garden, lost none of 

 their beauty beside their distant relations. 



We would like to portray each one, but space and time will 

 not permit, yet we cannot refrain in passing from a word of 



