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Cod had an order for 80,000 wings to 
be used in this way, hesaid. Mr. Bing- 
ham expressed his pleasure in being able 
to attend the gathering. He closed his 
remarks by _ reciting Longfellow’s 
“* Psalm of Life.’’ 
Rev. Fr. Wm. F. Powers was the 
second speaker.. He gave a very inter- 
esting talk, filled with much good humor 
as well as deep sentiment. He spoke as 
follows: | 
““In rising to address a gathering like 
that which now meets my eyes, a speak- 
er may assure himself of a comparative- 
ly peaceful resception, no matter what 
queer things he is going to say; for if it 
be true that people who live in glass 
houses not only should not, but actually 
do not, throw stones, I may safely make 
remarks here that would excite an ordin- 
ary audience to riot. And why? Be- 
cause the object of those remarks are 
gardeners, and gardeners, especially at this 
time of year, live very much in glass 
houses, and therefore do not throw 
stones. Hence, I am necessarily im- 
mune when I delare thatall gardeners are 
“‘trimmers.’’ Letme qualify this state- 
ment by the assertion that the only gard- 
ener along the North Shore who, to my 
knowledge, is not ever and always a 
‘trimmer,’’ is the man who failed, last 
spring, to trim my rose-bushes according 
to promise. 
““Moreover, gardeners all, though you 
may not be tainted with what was a few 
weeks since called ‘* Fitzgeraldism,’ "you 
are a race of unblushing i grafters?®? 
for any man calling himself a gardner, 
who has not done any grafting in arbor- 
iculture, has yet to learn his trade. 
‘Abe Ruef and ex-mayor Schmitz 
are known as the Californian grafters; 
but the most notorious Californian graf- 
ter of them all is Luther Burbank, who, 
according to late advises, has grafted a 
Virginia Creeper on a Scarlet Runner, 
and has thuschanged the pace of each 
vine. I saw, by the way, the other day 
in a newspaper (I can’t recollect now 
whether it was the Cricket or the BREEZE) 
that Burbank had planted a weeping wil- 
low beside the laughing waters, the con- 
sequence of which act was that the 
whole landscape went into hysterics. 
“ However, know you little or know 
you much of brafting, you are fortunate 
in your new president, for though you 
all can till the soil, not one of you can 
soilihe Till.. I suppose, 
that he has acquired this dignity, that he 
will be up-to-date and change his name 
from Till to Cash Register. 
venture to say, furthermore, -that very 
few men stoop as lowas do the gardeners; 
but I am reconciled to this fact by the 
reflection that, were you not to stoop, 
your delicate infant growths might never 
though, now 
As I see no stones coming my way I’ I 
NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
reach maturity. And that reminds me 
of the man who would hire a gardener. 
‘Two applicants for the position present- 
ed themselves. | Both wore overalls and 
both had patches on their overalls. The 
man hiredthe gardener whose overalls 
were patched on the knees. And so. it 
is that your real gardener is very often a 
man of prayer, if one may judge from 
his position while he is at work; but, 
ladies and gentlemen, behind and beyond 
all that, honest work is always a prayer 
if he who does it sees in it the evolution 
of good, the beautiful and the true. 
‘Hence, to my mind, Edward Mark- 
ham’s poem, ‘ The Man with the Hoe,’ 
has not a clear ring. For though the 
man who weeds and who cultivates has 
his eyes on the ground; he sees there 
immeasurably more than is discerned by 
the brute beast; aye, with his eyes on 
the ground, he brings order out of chaos, 
he draws light from darkness,—in short 
his i is a creative energy. 
‘Again, to every man on this foot- 
stool there is given some special aptitude, 
which needs but the initiative and the 
purpose to make his life'a benefaction to 
his tellows. It is my conviction that 
there is, for all of us, sucha thing as 
vocation. And blessed is the man whose 
vocation itis to nurture the silent life 
of the garden. There, in the chosen 
sanctuary of his labor, and looking up 
confidingly to his appreciative self, are 
sweetness and place and harmony; and 
if his vocation has, as it should, become 
warp and woof of his being, how that 
sweetness and that place and that har- 
mony instill themselves into his soul, 
making him superior to the ugliness and 
strife and discord of ordinary existence! 
“Let work tell you that there is no 
royal road to success in your calling, that 
every step means labor, and, it may be, 
self-denial, that the past years have been 
but the promise of the time that is. still 
yours, and that if life is activity, activity 
is work. 
“Let duty tell you that you are re- 
sponsible for the vocation that God has 
bestowed on you, that you are not drift- 
wood washed up on the shores of the 
world, but Argosies .in search of the 
golden fleece of success, success in your 
homes, in your citizenship; for fidelity to . 
duty is the surest criterion of the most 
generous measure of success in life.’’ 
Among the guests of the evening were 
anumber of Bostonians,—members of 
the Boston Gardners and Florists club, — 
who had come in the afternoon and had 
visited various estates along the shore. 
In the number were: J. W. Duncan, 
of the Boston Park system; Julius Huer- 
lin, John Farquhar, J. P. A. Guerineau, 
Frank Murray, P. J. VanBaarda, Dun- 
can Finlayson, Peter Miller, Daniel 
Iliffe, Alex. Dewarand Mr. Butter- 
worth. 
Mr. Farquhar made a few remarks, 
_ the singing by the company. 
slips were passed around with the words — 
speaking of the advance of horticulture, 
of the scale it is now being carried on, 
how the whole of Europe is looking to 
this country as a market for plants, and 
for new things. © He paid tribute to 
Joseph Clarke, for many years in charge 
of the H. L. Higginson estate at West 
Manchester, and said Mr. Clarke was 
known all over the country. 
Mr. Duncan was also called upon, 
and he spoke of the beautiful country 
along this section, how everything seems 
to thrive, and closed by offering a toast 
to the ladies... - 
Rev. L. H. ‘Ruge made a few re- 
marks, closing by telling a story of the 
wonderful growth of a’ cucumber vine 
in the west. 
Rev. E. H. Brewster gave one of his 
characteristic speeches. He read from 
a clipping found inan old copy of a 
‘Taunton paper printed in the early 60's, 
in which his grandfather’s speech. made 
before an argicultural society was re- 
ported. | Continuing he spoke of the 
cultivation of the beautiful as carried on 
today and its effect on the well-being of | 
people. Such a thing was not advanced 
by our Puritan forefathers, he said. Hor- 
ticulture today is not a tool of luxury, — 
but an industry of science. He spoke 
of the great temperance movement in the 
south, how the colored man ‘is today 
closing the doors of the saloon, that has 
kept the white man enslaved for years. 
A feature of the program this year was 
Printed 
to some of the popular songs, and the 
audience entered into the spirit of the 
occasion. Fred K. Swett led in 
singing. Mrs. F. G. Cheever, Mrs. 
E. H. Wilcox and Mrs. Hitho ns Baker 
sang several selections, and the readings 
by Miss Tanner of Gloucester were 
well received. 
The concert was over about 9.45 and 
the rest of the evening until midnight 
was spent in dancing. John D. Morri- 
son was floor director. Long’s orches- 
tra furnished the music for this and dur- _ 
ing the banquet. 
‘The supper this year was not furnished 
by a caterer, but was in charge of the — 
committee, though most of the food was 
prepared at Bullock’s. A bevy of young 
misses waited on table and gave excellent 
service. They were: Misses Alice 
Lations, Abbie Floyd, Ethel Standley, 
Annie Younger, Ethel Jones, Alice 
Hoare, Alice Tappan, Minnie Olsen, 
Lillian Nunn, Maude Smith, Princie 
Dodge, Effie Stidstone and May Rogers. 
Misses Alice Clark and Agnes Carter 
assisted at the door. 
The affair was a pronounced success 
and much credit is due the committee 
which was composed of Dr. W. H. 
Tyler, chairman; W. E. Allen, secre- 
tary; John Baker, John D. Morrison | 
and R. A. Mitchell. 
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