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goes until the hotbed is ready for the planting! 

 Middle March is quite early enough, because if you 

 begin sooner, unless you pot off the plants, they 

 grow too big, and are mashed when the sashes 

 are opened and closed. 



I haven't shown Evan the list of things that I 

 ordered from the " Yellow Journal " catalogue, and 

 now he is over in father's study, where he has 

 politely gone to take a hand at whist, so I will 

 not disturb him. 



Father wishes to interest the local clergy in the 

 hospital and have them all on the board, so that 

 the institution shall be unsectarian, but not irre- 

 ligious, which is what that poor word often seems 

 interpreted to mean. I wonder how it will work! 



If sects could exist without bigotry, I think it 

 would be so much better than trying to abolish 

 them. As this is a material and not a spiritual 

 world, a certain amount of competition seems nec- 

 essary to keep things going, so religion has got to 

 have a physical body and sex, so to speak, just the 

 same as people. Only cherubim and seraphim can 

 afford to do without either. 



Three of the clergy dined here to-night, the 

 Roman Catholic, the Anglican Catholic (ours), and 

 the Severely Protestant. 



