Morning journal and courier., 1883-07-09
COMMUNICATIONS.
A Plea for the Children of the Poor.

Plea for the Children of the Poor.
 othe Editor of the JOURNAL AND COURIER:
 Many of us retain the most pleasing recol- Iections of holiday hours spent roaming from picture gallery to picture gallery, referring every now and then to our catalogue as one or another artistic production par excel fence excited our admiration. We no doubt have fingered long by the realistic represen- tations of our Niagara, Yosemite and Rocky
 Mountains, lost in wonder that God has given to man such powerful genius as enables him to portray such grandeur and shadowy lights on canvas. Even those of us who are stay-at-honae travellers have the most lively recollections of descriptions given, and copies from these masterpieces have given us such feasts of vision ss we never forget. Waifs of art are sometimes seen by those who visit tho smaller studios, and one entitled t'The Wayside Flowers" occupies a higher niche in our memory, than many a sketch of more portentous name. A dusty country road, & cracked crock of plebelan yeilowish hue standing on rocky bank Tn the shade of barberry and alder tangle; this anticipated urn filled with ox-eyed daisies, yarrow, Mayweed, and one spike Of that American velvet plant regarded as mullein by our rustic neighbors completed the floral decorations. On the opposite side of the roadway, not far from the four cor ners where the red schoolhouse stood, 8 group of barefooted girls and boys admired the arrangement and criticised the effect of this. their first artistic venture
 We'll has it been said that in woman head and heart go together, and we confess @
 misty halo surrounded that exquisite sketch, and as we gagged upon the canvass it became to us such thing of beauty as to remain 8 remembered joy forever. Life's pathway is bordered by many such wayside gieanings. Not many summers ago little girl with shabby exterior came morning after morn ing to us for few flow CTS to give to her teacher or for her home. We gave them with pleasure, not wishing or expecting any other reward except ths joy that always ac- eompanied Che giving The summer and winter wore away, spring smiled, and my girl visitor, with her brothers and sisters, played house ssunder the hlacs,
 in the backyard O. brown, dilapidated tene- ment house. One morning my girl friend or summer ago called at my kitchen door. In her hand were some lilac blooms 'sfor the ladv :, as she said. ssThese are all the flow CTS we have in our garden; I have gathered the best for you" It was heart-Rift and reeeiyed accordingly. The petals of royal purrle were fast assuming that russet hue neculiar to the lilac when past it's prime. Their fragrant freshness had long since de- parted. and even the heart shaped leaves were furnished by the Water street dust. We saw nothing of these blemishes. We only saw poor child bringing her best gifts, we only felt the grateful heart-love as she said:
 ssThese are the best flowers we have in our garden Many a floral gift have we re ceiTed since that spring morning, many a rare exotic has graced our parlor table and rendered fragrant onr homo apartments, but wa have never received but one bunch of liIacs. Ss s
 Me who are always accustomed to home