Birmingham state herald., 1896-05-31

recollection. For it was in her dear eyes that recollection's first and fondest gaze met mine own. It was from her lips that kisses warm showered from day to day, hour to hour upon the infant child her first born. It was her own pure voice, sweeter than the heavenly harpers' twang, that sang the lullabies to the limbs tired at play. It was in her own precious arms that the speak CT who now stands before you first learn ed the loving hug of mother It may be said that mothers love is the only vir. tue that did not suffer when Adam fell. Whether true or otherwise, 1t is true that without the gentle touch of mother, sweetheart or wife, the world is as dark ness and we as wanderers upon a sea of desola tion-outcasts upon blackened desert of hopeless misery We have been wined dined, toasted and feasted by the doctors wives ahd the doctors sweet hearts since coming within the confines of your most beautiful and hQspitable city, and our memory will be slow to for get The journey of life Is rugged at best, and long may we remember the roses of kindness that have been so law ishly scattered along the pathway by of the doctors wives and the doctors sweethearts of Fort Smith. But of all the women, of all the wives, of all the sweethearts-the doctors wife, the doc- 
 CT Is the dearest of them all.'
 These quaint, pathetic verses, by the late H. c. Burner, have found their way into hundreds of scrap books and are sweet enough to be preserved by every one with tender. spot in his or her heart for the very young and the very old:
 lone, Two. Three'' It was an old old, old, old lady
 And a boy that was half past three; And the WAY that they played together
 Was beautiful to see.
 She couldn't go running and jumping, For ah he '1as was eest a thin S i little fellow f1 With thin little twisted knee. They sat in the yellow sunlight
 Out under the maple tree,
 And the game they played I'll tell you,
 Just as it was told to me.
 It was Hide e-and- Go-Seek they were play,
 ing,
 Though yeu'd1 neysr gs t have known it to beA
 And boy with twisted knee.
 The boy would bend his face down
 On his one little sound right knee, And he'd guess where she was hiding,
 In guesses, One, Two, Threel You are in the chi china cl9set!E.'. ,o.
 He would cry and laugh with glee- It wasn't the china closet,
 But he still had Two and Three.
 Tn the chest with the qIIeer old keyl" And she said You are warm and Warmer,
 But you're not quite right" said she. "It can't be in the little cupboard So it must be the clothes-press, gran'map'
 And he found her with his Three. Then she covered her face with her fingers,
 That were wrinkled and white and wee, And she guessed where the boy was hiding,
 With One and Two and Three. And they never had stirred from their
 Right under the maple tree
 This old. old, old, old lady
 And the boy with the lame little knee This dear, dear, dear, old lady
 And the boy who was half-past three.
 Speaking of age, some Investigating person-perhaps a woman, but most probably a man-has asked all the lead ing actresses of Germany the important question, When is a woman old?" Of course many and various answers were sent in reply, which were about the same as would have been given by American women to the same question.
 Frau Butze is of the opinion: "A woman Is only old when she tries by force to be- come young again."
 Rosa Berten says: "A woman is old when she begins to ask herself, When Is a woman old?"
 Jenny Gross keeps to the safe saying: "A woman is as old as she looks"
 Marie Posplschil considers that "as long as a woman believes in youth and clings to her youth she appears young, even when she is not really so"
 Marie Resenhofer declares enigmati- cally: "Woman is old when she begins to love reason and finds no love in return"
 Clara Ziegler, the celebrated trage-- dienne, is more genial and consoling in some respects. According to her: "When is woman old?" '"rhe conceited never; the unhappy, too soon; and the wise at the right time."
 Now that the summer days are upon us, in all their beauty and warmth there is no reason that we should not adopt some of the pretty fancies of other sec tions, which will add to our comfort, and certainly to the picturesqueness of every day living. It has become quite the fad in certain parts of the country to break fast out of doors, using the end of a veranda for the purpose; especially adapted for such an arrangement are the porches built either round or square, like room, with no walls. Side blinds are sometimes added to the part of the yeranda intended for the dining room, with suitable furniture. In such a retreat breakfast, luncheon and tea are served, except in very disagreeable weather If a housekeeper has not q veranda which can be converted into a dining room, ex- cept at much expense, she can have made an inexpensive awning, which can be placed in a convenient part of the yard and light, substantial furniture will make of the tent an attractive, inviting place for meals during the summer months. It is said that Queen Victoria indulges largely in al fresco living In the summer, and her awning or marquee covers space 15 feet long and feet wide, and Is of red and yellow stripes. A correspond ent goes into details regarding this mat ter. which may be of value to persons m r,.