eautiful gift of a rich fancy, while to the other was given in greater
degree the power of the penetrative and sympathetic imagination. The
one, as we read, recalls to us a glittering heap of precious, shining
jewels; the other, the first cluster of spring violets, wreaths of
virginal lilies and midsummer roses, growths of cypress sound to the
core, rosemary, sage, and all healing herbs, branches of scarlet maple
leaves, and lovely wayside gentians, adorned by the hand of the Great
Artist, and blue as heaven itself.

But a little while ago, the Angel, Death, 'who comes in love and pity,
and, to save our treasures, claims them all,' bore away her pure soul
along the 'misty pathway' to everlasting peace and joy.

L.D.P.

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Loyal Women of America, this will greet you in the midst of the great
Metropolitan Fair, and we congratulate you upon the success of the heavy
work you have undertaken and accomplished! When God was manifest to men,
he came to work for others, and you are treading in the highest path
when you follow in the footsteps of the Master. Claim and perform your
natural _duties_, show yourselves capable of self-abnegation, evince
your determination to support the cause of justice, to be loyal to the
humane principles of our Constitution--and all the _rights_ which you
may postulate, will be conceded you. This war in which you have suffered
so much, made so many sacrifices, has developed your energies, shown
your capabilities, revealed your noble hearts, and convinced the world
that woman is the strong and vigorous _helpmate_, and not the weak, if
beautiful, _toy_ of man. The Government looks to you as its best aid,
for moral sanction is its living soul; it looks to you for higher life,
for, unless the heart of love is the throbbing life-pulse of Government,
it sinks into a dull, lethargic mechanism. Far above the din of faction,
the red tape of cabinets, the rivalry of generals, the strife of
politicians, shines the resolve, and pulses the determination of woman,
that _mankind shall be free_. For this, the dusky nation bless her as
she moves; the frighted mother torn from her child, the maiden sold to
shame, call upon her to deliver them from infamy and the devouring
hunger of a robbed mother's heart. The wronged children of Ham arise and
call her 'Blessed.'

But it is with the men of her own race, that wo