SPIDERS AND THEIR WBBS 
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She- did not toil, she did not/ spin, 
Nor did she e’er complain; 
She simply grew and bloomed for God, 
And he sent sun and rain, 
And clothed her there in royal hues 
So beautiful and fair 
That even kingly robes of earth 
With them can not compare. 
Oh, let us learn a lesson here 
Both beautiful and sweet— 
How doth our spirit’s garment grow 
While we sit at His feet! 
We may not do the greater things 
That some are called to do, 
But we can fill our mission here 
By being pure and true. 
—Eva E. Andrews. 
SPIDERS AND THEIR WEBS 
1X7HAT human weaver ever produced a fabric equal to the web of 
* * these clever little spinners called spiders'? Did any carpenter 
ever build a home so complete, so comfortable, and so perfectly suited 
to the needs of its occupants as is the dwelling-place of the common 
spider? Did ever an engineer, after years of scientific training, con¬ 
struct a bridge, a trestle, or a skyscraper that could so successfully 
defy storm, wind, water, and the strain of constant use for which it 
was intended as does the web of the little spider? 
This little creature, with no school in which to learn his trade, 
builds his web strictly along geometric lines. He knows nothing about 
the laws of expansion and contraction from heat and cold, but he makes 
ample provision against their effects. Swaying limbs, straining winds, 
or beating rain seldom find his work incapable of resisting their force. 
The spider’s traps, when undisturbed by man, seldom fail to catch 
and hold the prey for which they are intended. 
There are various sorts of spiders in our own country, and in 
