A minister is no more sacred when riding behind a spavined and ringboned nag than when whirling along after a horse that can swallow a mile in 2.30.
The anniversary week in Boston closed by a display of flowers and fruits in Horticultural Hall.

It was appropriate that philanthropists and Christians, hot from discussions of moral and religious topics, should go in and take a bath of rose leaves and geraniums.

Indeed, I think the sweetest anniversary of the week was that of these flowers.

A large rhododendron presided.
Azaleas and verbenas took part in the meeting.

The Chinese honeysuckle and clematis joined in the doxology.