on,
were taught by this faithful missionary and his estimable and
consecrated wife to speak and sing the language of Heaven.

The faithful wife and co-laborer, one son, E. Fitch Pabody, and one
daughter, Eleanor (Mrs. Ward H. Benton), all of Minneapolis, survive
him.

Mr. Pabody is, of course, best known to the members of this society on
account of his service with it in the past thirteen years. While not one
of the oldest members of the society from a point of years in his
connection with the society, in point of service he ranks very high, for
during all the period of his service he was always finding something to
do for the association. Several times he was on the program, in a number
of official capacities he served the society, and especially as a member
of the reception committee during a number of our annual meetings was he
of largest use to the association, and his courteous and kindly ways we
especially remember. Mr. Pabody was very near to the writer personally,
and his taking away is largely in the nature of a personal loss. Mr.
Pabody had a great love for horticultural pursuits. His garden and
orchard occupied very much of his thoughts during the later years of his
life, when he lived on the shores of Lake Minnetonka. It is hard to part
with these old members who have so much endeared themselves to us in
these many thoughtful ways.--Secy.

Bread Cast upon the Waters.

C. S. HARRISON, YORK, NEB.

The instance recited below has nothing particularly to do with
horticulture but a good deal to do with a "horticulturist," C. S.
Harrison, of York, Neb., that picturesque veteran in horticulture, who
has been an attendant at our meetings now for so many years, adding such
a strong interest to our annual gatherings. Mr. Harrison recited at our
late meeting the incident referred to here--without the denouement,
which came to him in California this winter, where he met Mr. Lindbergh,
one of Minnesota congressmen. As a result of this incident we had Mr.
Harrison with again at our late summer meeting.--Secy.

In 1861 I was living in Sauk Center, Minn., where I preached the first
sermon. I had a tract of country under my care 100 miles in extent and
had all sorts of work to do. Ten miles from Sauk Center there was a
sturdy Swede who was at one time speaker in one branch of the Swedish
parliament and for a while secretary to the king. He moved to Minnesota
about the year '60. It seems he had not learned the a