Cherry wine is made from the fleshy 

 pulp, which has an excellent quality and 

 flavor. Cherry syrup is the product of 

 fermentation and filtration with the addi- 

 tion of sugar and is used as a flavor for 

 cold drinks and added to medicines to 

 improve their efliciency and to disguise 

 the taste. By crushing and distilling the 

 seeds cherry water is obtained. The 

 flowers and fruit stems are employed in 

 kidney and catarrhal troubles. Cherries 

 may be preserved by drying or pickling. 

 The fruits are also macerated in whisky 

 and brandy, adding to these drinks an 

 agreeable flavor and acidity. For this 

 purpose the fruit of the wild black cher- 

 ry is very extensively used. The bark. 



particularly of the wild black cherry, is 

 extensively employed in medicine. It is 

 a very popular household remedy for the 

 treatment of coughs and colds in chil- 

 dren. The gum which exudes from the 

 incised or otherwise injured bark is also 

 used medicinally. 



Cherry wood is hard and takes a good 

 polish. It is used in cabinet making, in- 

 terior finish and for inlaid work. 



Cherries are also employed by the con- 

 fectioner and by the baker in making 

 pies. The seeds (kernels, pits) are first 

 removed. The habit of swallowing the 

 pits is a dangerous one, as serious and 

 even fatal troubles are caused by them. 

 Albert Schneider. 



NASTURTIUMS. 



A tangle of broad, green leaves, 



All over the garden border; 

 A mass of wonderful blooms, 



Parading their gay disorder. 



Petals of sunset and flame, 



Their orient, velvet-soft splendor 

 Aflare on long, sinuous stems. 



Aromatic, pale-tinted and slender. 



Trespassers wilful and bold, 



Wherever they choose they wander, 

 Spendthrift of color and scent — 



Made but to riot and squander. 



E'en to the court of the rose, 



Their eager, loose tendrils outreaching ; 

 Unable to guess at her pride. 



Or to care for her thorn's sharp teaching. 



Yet such is their charm and delight. 



One pauses, half ready to flout them ; 

 For O, at the mid-summer's height. 



What were the garden without them? 



— Lulu Whedon Mitchell. 



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