Church review . ng hat I am nowopen for giving Stereopticon Lectures, embracingail subjects, My temperance and literary series of Life Modelviews are splendid and well adapted (or EndeavorSociety and cburch work. The majority of myslidts are superbly colored and taken from LifeModels. The Lite Models stories are the mostrealistic pictures of child life ever thrown on thescreen The views are shown hv a grand dissolv-ing calcium light stereoplicon. which is a duplicateof the one used at the Crystal Palace, London,England, to test slides For terms, address, > H. SIMMS. * 19 Lenox Place. Gold a
Church review . ng hat I am nowopen for giving Stereopticon Lectures, embracingail subjects, My temperance and literary series of Life Modelviews are splendid and well adapted (or EndeavorSociety and cburch work. The majority of myslidts are superbly colored and taken from LifeModels. The Lite Models stories are the mostrealistic pictures of child life ever thrown on thescreen The views are shown hv a grand dissolv-ing calcium light stereoplicon. which is a duplicateof the one used at the Crystal Palace, London,England, to test slides For terms, address, > H. SIMMS. * 19 Lenox Place. Gold as the heart of the lilies. Pink as the flush of the dawn,Confident, winsome stately. You throng in the wane of the an army with banners When the leafless woods are sere.—Margaret E. Sangster. Lantern For Hire. Hartford, Conn. 10 PER This mild weather calls for a CENT. I OFF I ON % ANY * FALL OVERCOAT. Select from our fine line at10 per cent, discount. WILLIS &WILSON. J15 to 119 ASYLUM FORMERLY YOUNG PEOPLE AT WORK. OCTOBER WOODS. CHURCH ATTENDANCE. The frost has opened the chestnut burs,And the nuts fall lazily, two andthree;The squirrel chatters, the partridgewhirs,And the red-capped woodpeckeibores his , lightly and lightly the birch leavesfloat,Like golden butterflies loosed inSpring;And bright as the sails of a fairy boat The walnut leaves take come, now come, far down thelaneThe asters beckon, the robins call!The shrunken brook grows broadagain,And leaps in a laughing the stile, and over the bridge,Adown the path where the meekcows glen and hollow and windy ridgeLet us follow the woodland way, See! how the marvelous cloth of gold— A Tyrian tapestry woven fine—Wide as we wander is still unrolled. Rustling under your feet and mine!The breath of the woodland is joy tobreathe—The mingled ordors of leaf andflower, i !? |? And clustering fruit where the wildvines wreatheThe oak-trees mossy tower. Softly into
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