48 STATE P05I0L0GICAL SOCIETY. 



ber that true politeness comes from the heart and cannot be put oa 

 with a dress coat, then laid awa}- with it for another state occasion. 



All ought to root out false pride and in its place plant the real, 

 genuine article. How foolish to be proud of a pretty face, fine 

 clothes, sweet voice, etc., all accidents of birth or circumstances! 

 On the other hand, who is and should not be proud of being one of 

 America's noble men, helping to make all around him belter and hap- 

 pier? All should have sufficient pride to make the best possible use 

 of all talents given us b}" an ever bountiful Father. « 



The last weed I shall mention and one which I hope none of us 

 have to contend against, is dishonest}'. I do not refer solely to the 

 taking of thousands of dollars, but to taking advantage of others in 

 petty dealings, in the weight of a few pounds of sugar, putting the 

 largest, fairest apples at the top and recommending them as alike all 

 through, or praising an animal which — well, which for reasons best 

 known to yourself you are particularly anxious to sell. Let us so 

 live tliat we can fearlessly look every one in the face, remembering 

 that "An honest man is the noblest work of God." 



Many seeds we planted in our minds and hearts for which we are 

 not responsible and many more are being planted every day. The 

 books we read, the work we do, the company we keep, are constantly 

 changing our lives. 



We may get some good from every one into whose company we are 

 thrown, if it be only because we see in them a magnified image of some 

 plant which we know should be uprooted in ourselves. We all want 

 people to think and speak well of us, we desire money and all forms of 

 material prosperity, but of how little importance are all these when 

 compared with our minds and hearts. We alone are responsible for 

 these. Seeds are sown bj^ others but we alone can do the weeding. 

 Let this be our first care, that in the sight of the Great Master in 

 the last harvest, no life be found overrun with weeds which we have 

 allowed to grow. 



The next essay, written b}' Mrs. Simpson of Bangor, was read by 

 Miss Vesta B. Edgecomb of Turner. 



