The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-10-31
FARM, FIELD AND PRESIDE.
household MISCELLANY.

There is a woman in Springfield,
Massachusetts, who writes to the Union,
OF that city: II don't take kindly to
the Practice Of shutting all the doors
and windows, and keeping the house in
gloomy darkness to keep the flies ont.
l would rather have the sunlight with
the flies ii J. can't have it without, and
If they bee ome too numerous I an. will
ing to take o hand in shooting them
out for the sake of keeping the win
dows open. A jury of that womau's
country women would convict her of
insanity without another particle OF
testimony.
Although but few years have passed
since its introduction, Hydrangea pan
iculata grandihora is we'll known to
everyone who takes a lively interest in
Horticulture. 1t is among the finest
hardy shrubs in cultivation, and is
rightly considered, by many, the hand.
soonest and most beautiful. Its merits
are such that it takes pre-eminently
the lead among ornamental shrubs
wherever known. 1t is o native of
Japan and is perfectly hardy in any
part of the United States, needing no
protection of any kind. For lawn or
cemetery it is unrivalled.
At the London Health Exhibition
Miss Ada Balm delivered a lecture on
children's clothes. She quoted statis-
tics to show that in 1871 49, 900 infants
under the age of one year died for want
of common sense and care in this inn
portant matter by their parents and
nurses. The lady also pointed out that
serious injury was done to the little
pieces CT humality by shaking them to
stop their crying. She protested
against rocking cradles, for though the
violent motion might have desired effect
of making the ~"squaller" sleep, it was
at the risk of making him an idiot for
life, his little brain being but a jelly.
1t was terrible, she said, to think what
number of embryo poets and great men
of intellect had been entirely destroyed
by this silly, ignorant custom of dad
ding the infantile brain.
Honor the dear old mother. Time
has scattered the snowy flakes on her
brow, plowed deep burrows on her
cheeks. but is she not sweeter and more
beautiful now? The lips are thin and
sunken. but those are the lips which
have kissed many a hot tear from the
childish cheeks, and they are the sweet
est lips in all the world. The eye is
dim, yet it glows with the soft radiance
of holy love which never fades. All,
yes; she is o dear old mother. The
sand of life are nearly run out; but
feeble as she is, she will go further
and reach down lower for you than
any other upon earth. Love her tender
", and cheer her declining years with
holy devotion.
That New-England lady's experience
with sweet peas should be a common
one. There is surely no flower that
yields such a continual profusion of low
illness and fragrance at SO little cost, and
for SO long o time. Plant late in fall,
or, if mice are feared, or the soil very
heavy, quite early in March: place small
brush as soon as tendrils show; and il
water is plenty and near the final brush
ing should be at least eight feet high,
for with cutting of the flowers freely to
prevent excess Of seed forming, and
with copious watering, the plants run
even further. All the gardens of the
nation may be challenged to show q
flower in all respects so satisfactory for
yielding nosegays at all hours Of the
day and on all days of the summer. AS
the lady says of her pansies: "The
more blossoms you pick the faster they
grow"