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"Life is but growth, and he is truly dead
Who finds no work for heart nor hand nor head
Who smoothes no path for coming feet to tread
Because, perchance, his days of youth
have fled.
For youth and age both have their store of joys,
A store that neither time nor change alloys,
And he who all his gifts for good
employs,
Has matter that neither moth nor rust destroys."

Annie T. Gilpin's clipping caused a hearty
laugh at the expense of the teacher who
told a boy to write what was in him
and the result was a mixed bill of fare.

Ellen Farquhar gave the creed of Ralph
Waldo Trine, not all of which was
caught by your scribe, but the writer
wishes mankind to strive "to live to our
budget, to lend a hand, to aid in
righting wrongs by aiding the wrong-doer,
to keep clean, to do our own thinking,
and do our duty, to be honest, just, fearless,
and kind; we need thus stand in
fear of nothing; neither like nor death,
which is a part of life." Lydia A.
Haviland's selection was upon "Faithfulness
in small things." A chain-maker
had conscientiously done his
work as well as he could, and in a
great storm at sea his chain held the
sheet anchor, the crew and
ship. Sarah E. Stabler's article was entitled
"Today and Tomorrow". To-day
is the only day we have anything to do
with. Lay down all the vexing cares of
yesterday, and it will be room enough
to bear tomorrow's burdens when tomorrow
is today. All days are links in a
chain and each passes the inheritance
received from the one from before to the
one that follows. How important then to make