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Mary Bond, an extract under the title,
"Keep Still". Silence was said to be
the most massive thing conceivable; to
keep still when one's feelings are hurt
or when slander is brewing will
often accomplish far more than words.

Sarah T. Miller read a beautiful poem
on Thanksgiving, and Alice Tyson one
by Henry Van Dyke of which we received
a copy.

"The Wings of a Dove."
At sunset, when the rosy light was dying,
Far down the pathway of the West
I saw a lonely dove in silence flying
To be at rest.

Pilgrim of air, I cried, could I but borrow
Thy wandering wings, thy freedom blest,
I'd fly away from every care and sorrow
And find my rest.

But when the dusk a filmy veil was weaving
Back came the dove to seek her nest,
Deep in the forest where her mate was grieving,
There was true rest.
(See end of mins. for rest.)

Alice Tyson also gave an account of the
ancient home of the Washington family in
England. Elizabeth C. Davis read of some
extraordinary villages, in different parts of the
world, which had been built of singular
material. One of boats in Indiana, one
of cars in Georgia, one of zinc ore in Peru,
one of glass in Hungary, and one of
salt, and underground, in Austria.
Another was mentioned that had been formed
of seaweed and salt pressed into blocks.

Mary E. Moore brought an amusing scrap
describing three special brands of ignorance
in three different men, each of whom
was rather proud of the fact, but one
chanced to fall in the water and as neither
of the others knew how to swim, he would