The children on these brick paved-walks they make me think of Jim, What we had hoped would stay by us—the farm was meant for him. He died when he was twenty. Yes, there was young Josiah, Professor in a college now, with hope of something higher. An Grace, our girl, she married what they called a railroad king, An lives on Beacon Street, in all the styles that she can swing. But all the same, when April comes, I see ’em all again, Jest runnin’ wild around that farm, them three, an in All sorts of mischief daily, from early spring to fall. I wisht the hull of us was back—a-workin’ hard an’ all. I seem to see the tossels shakin’ out up on the trees; I seem to smell the perfume of the May-flowers in the breeze; I seem to feel the summer a-coming ’crost the hills; I seem, up in the pastur’, to hear the singin’ rills; I see the mowin’ lot, an’ hear the sharpen’ of the blades; I hear the cattle lowin’; I go berryin’ in the glades; I smell the harvest ripenin’ over in the corner lot; I see Josiah bringin’ home that last new pair he bought; I remember how together, when the children went away— Grown big an’ married—by the fire we sat at close of day; An’ how together we had lived there fifty year—come fall. I wisht Josiah’n’ me was back—a-workin’ hard an’ all. It’s sugarin’-time up country; but never once again Shall I, now goin’ on eighty, see the spring a-comin’ in The old way, thro’ the maple trees, ’crost the pastur’s brown; For I must stay—in sugarin’-time—on Beacon Street in town. The children never, as of old, shall I tuck in at night, Their little feet so tired, but their happy hearts so light. They wouldn’t go back if they could, an’ I’m too old they say; An’ sence Josiah isn’t there, I let ’em have their way. It’s sugarin’-time up country, though, an’ memories, like the sap, Start up an’ set me longin’ for Mother Natur’s lap,— An’ him, an’ Jim,—the farm, the hens, the horses in the stall. It’s sugarin’-time up country; I’m homesick—that is all. PURE FOOD AND DRUG LAW. Vermont has a Pure Food and Drug law which strictly prohibits the adulteration and misbranding of food products including maple sugar and syrup. (Public Statutes of Vermont, sections 5466 to 5494 inclusive.) Purchasers of maple products made in Vermont may rest assured that they are as represented, and made from the sap of the maple tree and nothing else. The maple sugar and syrup produced in Vermont is not only pure but it has a delicacy of flavor and aroma not found in the same product made in other localities. This fine flavor is the result of the soil and climatic conditions to be found in the State. MAXIMS FOR MAPLE SUGAR MAKERS. Be in readiness to get the first run. Have all utensils thoroughly cleansed and scalded. Employ none but competent and experienced men to tap your trees.