Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1892-07-21
w. G. T. u. COLUMN

EDITED BY MRS. J. r. WALKER.
The beautiful summer, the season of
rest, has come and busy ones, weary with
the turmoil and anxiety OF business life,
hasten TO the mountains, to the seashore.
anywhere for change or recreation. To
the many who must deny themselves
this coveted rest, nature comes with rich
est offerings of fruit and flowers. These
lovely flowers, shy wild blossoms or tiny
MOSES bring to weary souls such exquis-
lite pleasure as may not be dreamed OF by
those more favored ones who can 20 and
come at will. As food, judiciously chosen,
gives to the physical being strength and
beauty, 50 flowers minister to the spirit
ual nature, and their almost universal
culture-from rare exotics in costly con-
servatories to simple geraniums in cot
tage windows or the tiny slip in an old
tin can occupying the only sunny nook in
a gloomy tenement room--gives tact ac-
acknowledgement to this fact. Those who
care for these floral pets may not be con-
scous of their refining influence, but
each little plant as it turns to the
light tells of the Heavenly Fathers ten
der love and care for his creatures; thus
faith is strengthened and sad hearts filled
with hope and happiness even in the
midst of most unlovely surroundings.
An earnest conviction Of this influence
Of flowers over The human mind resulted
in the birth OF GLOVER Mission" At
first it was scoffed at as silly and senti-
mental-"just like woman"-but today
it is recognized as one Of the most i'm
portant departments of philanthropic
effort, having branches in every consid-
cradle city and in towns where hospitals,
alms-houses, jails or similar institutions
exist A tender interest is attached to
this mission in the fact that Miss Casse-
day, superintendent of the Worlds and
National w. G. T. U. Flower Mission, is
one of the "shut-ins" Miss Willard
tells us that when she and Anna Gorden
were in Louisville, KY, in 1881, while
riding along Chestnut street, COL G. w.
Balm said to them: GAS we pass yonder
pleasant homestead look to the wide
front window on the first floor and you
will see white figure reclining on bed
that is Miss Jennie Casseday, the best
loved woman in our state" The "Jen-
ME Casseday Infrmary" recently dedi-
Gated in Louisville is demonstration of
tbs love felt for her by philanthropic
leaders in her own state. In more than
thirty years this gifted woman has not
been able to walk or even to sit erect.
She has, however, called to her aid the
telephone, monograph, stylographic pen
and manifolding pad; postal cards and
newspapers are her messengers to the
world outside. Nor does she lack human
aids who gladly do her bidding. Her
birthday, June 8, is known as "prisoners
day." a special distribution OF flowers
and literature being made on that day
and appropriate services held Many
prisoners write to her telling of wonder
ful results from this ministry of love and
the replies with words of cheer and mes
sages from the divine author of charity.
A few lines written by convict and sent
to Miss Casseday by fellow prisoner
seem worthy of perusal by readers of this
column:
THE MASTERS WORK.
The Master stood by his vineyard gate,
Pleading early and pleading late,
Calling for laborers all day long,
For hearts that were true, and hands
that were strong,
10 gather the fruit, ere the night should
fall;
But few would listen to his earnest call.
"Come, work in my vineyard" the sweet
voice said.
Oh, Master we 60 where the wine runs
red
And cymbals clash in the festal hall,
Yet when pleasures taste on our senses
We will Go thy workout not TODAY;
The banquet waits and we must away.
Come work in my vineyard" the master
10 passing group and these replied,
We are lords OF flocks and pastures fair,
Inat merit our time and our constant
care;
Thy work is hard and we may not wait
And these passed on by the vineyard gate.
At his sandaled feet woman bent,
Whose strength in a life of pain was spent,
And whose fragile form seemed unfit to
bear
The winters cold blast and the SUMS
fierce glare;
"Thy servant, Master, fain would be
LIS there no task thou canst find for me ?''
With gentle grace on the dropping head
He laid his hand and tenderly said:
Daughter, hard toll is but for the strong
Toy hands are weak and the day will be
long;
And tho thy service I greatly prise
The fafnting fesh oft the wIll denies. /" L
Nay Masts 81 ri i ,aiaRsAsi6 may not b
/ great,
| Bat there are places dosolate
| In thy vineyard wide, whsre even
by humble efforts mightwell apply;
| pray thee, Lord, my service prove,
Nor slight this offering of my love-"
With tear dimmed eyes the master
spoke:
$50 let it be; and since my yoke