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home and friends. 
Oh ! there's a power to make each hour 
As sweet as Heaven designed it; 
Nor need we roam to bring it home, 
Though few there be that find it! 
We seek too high for things close by, 
And lose what Nature found us ; 
For life hath here no charms 
so dear 
As home and friends 
around us. 
We oft destroy the present 
joy 
For future hopes — and 
praise them; 
While flowers as sweet 
bloom at our feet, 
If we’d but stoop to raise 
them; 
For things afar still sweet¬ 
est are 
When youth’s bright spell 
hath bound us; 
But soon we’re taught the 
earth hath naught 
Like home and friends 
around us. 
The friends that speed in 
time of need, 
When hope’s last reed is 
shaken. 
To show us still that, come 
what will, 
We are not quite for¬ 
saken ; 
Though all were night, if 
but the light 
From Friendship’s altar 
crowned us, 
'Twould prove the bliss of 
earth was this : 
Our home and friends 
around us. 
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SAUCER BOU¬ 
QUETS. 
sists of a Tiger Lily, Sprigs of Asparagus and South¬ 
ern Wood, Drummond Phlox, Petunias, and a few 
blood-red blossoms of Coreopsis. But do not turn up 
your noses, being, perhaps, the possessors of more cost¬ 
ly and varied material for floral ornaments; for my 
bouquet is not to be thrown in the shade. The Core¬ 
opsis blossoms arc borne on slender, wiry stems, and 
after I had filled my other flowers in thickly around 
the Lily I inserted a few of these on longer stems, 
leaning them upright against the Lily stamens, and 
assists the ingenuity in giving fanciful forms to bou¬ 
quets, as it affords a firmer foundation in which to 
embed the flower-stems.” 
A writer in the Fruit 
Recorder gives the follow¬ 
ing as her description for 
making these pretty' bou¬ 
quets : 
"Did you ever make a 
bouquet in a saucer? I 
think it is the prettiest way 
of all. I fill the saucer two- 
tliirds full with water and 
place some large flower, 
like a lily, in the center, or a little to one side, as 
fancy may suggest. Then I arrange a fringe of fine, 
feathery sprigs around the rim, and fill up the inter¬ 
stices with small flowers. The result is charming; and 
flowers arranged in this way will, with me, remain 
fresh longer than if arranged in a vase. As I write I 
have before me a bouquet put together thus: It con¬ 
Pussy’s Dinner. 
they seem like richly-tinted stars of velvet, glowing 
above a bright-hued, mossy groundwork of sister 
stars. This manner of making bouquets permits hav¬ 
ing the use of a host of those flowers that have short 
stems and that would be almost useless for a vase. 
But, as water is so easily spilled from shallow recepta¬ 
cles, an excellent substitute is wet sand. And this 
At the renting of the pews in a Chicago church, the 
other evening, there was a hot competition for pew No. 
78, and bids ran up to a large sum. It was finally 
knocked down to Brother B. “ Why were you so anx¬ 
ious to get that particular seat?” he was asked by 
Brother C. “ Why? Because it’s just next to Brother 
M.’s,” he replied. “Well. 
What of that ?” returned 
the other. “ Why,” re¬ 
plied Brother B., “M.’s 
as bald as a jug, and he 
draws flies from every¬ 
body around him. I made 
up my mind to get a pew 
near him this year, for if 
there’s anything I hate it’s 
to be pestered with flies 
when I’m — when I’m— 
listening to a good ser¬ 
mon.” 
Boy’s Letter. —Little 
John is visiting his grand¬ 
father. This is an extract 
from a letter to his mother: 
“ Potatur-bugs is plenty, 
an’ I enjoy ’em very much, 
’cause they makes gran’- 
father swear, an’ every 
time he biles over he spills 
his false teeth, an’ always 
forgits ware he spills ’em, 
an’ he hires us to roust 
’em out. So yer see liunt- 
in’s good here. He pays 
us in pigs, an’ ’fore the 
sesin’s over I think ile hev 
enuf to start a swine-shop. 
Tell Sam Jenkins; ’cause 
it’ll make him hoppin’ mad 
to know ime hevin’ such 
a binanzer.”— Ex. 
The following transla- 
t i o n was made by a 
Frenchman who professed 
to teach languages, and 
who thought he was tell¬ 
ing a story in really beau¬ 
tiful English: “A lady 
which was to dine chid 
to her servant that she 
had not used butter 
enough. This girl, for 
to excuse himselve, was 
bring a little cat on the hand, and told that 
she came to take him in the crime finishing to eat 
the two pounds from butter who remain. The lady 
took immediately the cat whom was put in the balan¬ 
ces. It just weighed that two pound. ‘ This is all the 
very much well for the butter,’ the lady then she 
said; ‘ but where is the cat?’ ” 
