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next thing to come along. In the first place, she forget self, or put it away out of sight so that her room was a center of brightness where one and another grew to love to come. More and more she be- came all inspiration in the household. She rose above pain and weariness and mental depression, and gave to each one who came a ray of brightness, suiting, with fine insight, the gift to the need-to one g smile, because. smiles were fitting :; to one tear, because tears were upper most 3 for one an uPlift,. because burdens were weighty and few understood. And so, little ny little, people grew to come to her and to go and tell. others to come. Andrew telling Simon, and Simon, Philip, and Philip, Nathaniel, until the multi tude thronged. But those who came were mostly of her own easy class, and her heart yearned after the poor, whose bur dcns she knew were heavier, more real, more oppressive. Morning and evening she prayed for them, but that was all she could do-all, think that she at first thought of being able to do.
 And now, by these connecting stages, we come to F .-..-....'.
 l THE STORY OF THE FLOWER MISSION.
 Every week from it's initial number, the New ork Observer had come to our house, and Jennie Casseday loved to read Iit.. Late in 1869. that spaper was full of the story of young girl, Boston girl teaching at Roxbury, who, as she passed to. and fro, noticed the great waste of flowers and fruits in the gardens of the rich, especially in summer when the own- CTS were absent, and at a time of year Ewhen the sight of anything green and ffesh, or the perfume of any flower that had survived the heat and dust, is 80 well come to the inhabitants of crowded city. This sweet young teacher fell into the habit, when she went home to Boston every Saturday, of carrying from Rox- bury basket of flowers and giving them out to the ragged children whom she met, and who always begged for ''inst one flower, lady, please" It was sim pie act, simply done. Any one might do it..
 This story fired the great heart of Jen- nie Casseday as. she lay there shut out from flowers and freedom. She loved flowers with 8 love that never failed. Day and night she thought of the flower teacher of Roxbury; day and night, in thought, she followed her footsteps and the feet of those ragged waifs, and each day the mission seemed to her more beautiful, more useful, more feasible. She saw in it the quality that is twice blessed, blessing him who gives and him who takes. She saw that this was form of ministry into which young ladies might enter-to their own everlasting good She saw how it could and would pene trate every form of sorrow and poverty and uncleanness.
 Thinking much of the Boston teacher : as she went to and from Roxbury, the longing in Jennie Casseday's soul grew more and more intense to see such work established in her own city, and she be. gan to plan for it. When once the case was presented, there were found ready helpers, for the time was ripe in other hearts, too. Mrs. Wm. Warner came tc the front as one specially gifted for this work, and together these brave and low ing souls organized the Louisville Flower Mission, out of which has sprung the great body of flower missions that now girdle the world.
 HOW THIS FLOWER MISSION BECAME A
 PART OF THE W. 0. T. U.
 will tell in Jennie Casseday's ow1 words. They are part of letter writer by her at the request of Rev. John Col lins, secretary of the Society of Christian | Workers, this letter to be read at the ma tional convention of that body in 1889 There was a large demand for the letter and it was afterwards printed in a booklet
 "It was four years after the Louisvill, Flower Mission was organized that Mis-
 Frances E. Willard was in Louisville at tending national convention of the w c. T. U. She was my sisters guest, ant during the latter part of her visit-th, very last morning-she asked me to tel her of my work. With that quick per ception and ready insight for which sh
 is so remarkable, she saw how it might b.
 grafted on to temperance work and brin,
 rich harvests of good. She rose to he feet exelaiming, I have an inspiration-i :, is to establish Flower Mission Depart ment of the w. 0. T. U., and put you a it's head as national Superintendent Tn
 very idea appalled, me, and felt that , , was impossible for me either to take o more work, or to think of undertaking = from my little corner, a national Howe 7 mission. But it was another unfolding c Gods thoughts and in few months H opened my eyes to see His will for me
 It has grown to large proportions, as doe
 all work that has Gods call behind it.
 have long since been taught of God t . know that the very weakness which bt
 lieveds would prevent; is my greates ~ strength. And He said unto me, m %1 grace is ssuficient for thee; for my strengt
 is>nade perfect in weakness, most gladl,
 therefore, will rather glory in my ii
 firmities, that the power of Christ ma
 rest upon mel" -
 This closes my tale of the Flower Mi r. sion, from it's beginnings, away back o it's formative stages in the life of youn woman. She herself said, in later year |, that each sorrow and denial that had con n to her was link in chain that brougl
 her nearer to Christ and in more intima
 communion with the suffering of ma ,fl kind; and she reioiced in each because [. was this.
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