Quaint old garden of our childhood, Where we played from chime to chime, Haunted by the mournful music Of the belfry’s broken rhyme! Hither came the swell of anthems, Floating through our leafy glades, Here the “Amen” from the cloisters Died among our mulberry shades. Hither came the joy of bridals, Clash and laughter of the bells; Hither came the muffled sorrow, And the sob, of last farewells. Sombre chestnuts held their torches White, in deep funereal gloom, O’er the sunken, mould’ring headstones, O’er the latest daisied tomb. Solemn curfew of our childhood, Closing each day with a sigh, Ringing through our peaceful slumbers Like a tender lullaby! Daisied meadows of our childhood, Once a battle-field of pain! Ah, we never dreamed of dolor As we weaved our daisy-chain! Shining river of our childhood, As I watched thee ripple by, Still I deemed thy joy and glitter Sweetest of life’s prophecy. See, it widens to the ocean! See, the river overflows! Shining river of my childhood, Life is fullest at its close! * * * * * “To find fault, some one may say, is easy, and in every man’s power; but to point out the proper course to be pursued in the present circumstances, that is the proof of a wise counselor.”—_Demosthenes._ THE W. C. T. U. BORN AT CHAUTAUQUA. The origin of the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union was prepared, and read by Mrs. W. A. Ingham, of Cleveland, Ohio, before the national convention of the Woman’s Christian Temperance Union, held last month at Louisville, Ky. The handful of corn upon the tops of the mountains grew apace after its wonderful planting in Ohio during the winter and spring of 1873-4. The fruit thereof shook like Lebanon throughout the Middle and Western States, and in August of that year, many of the seed-sowers had gathered upon the shore of Lake Chautauqua for a fortnight in the woods. In the primitive fashion we dwelt in tents, or sat in the open air about the watchfires kindled at the first National Sunday School Assembly. Women who had drawn near to God in saloon prayer meetings felt their hearts aflame again as they recounted the wonders of the great uprising. It was at Chautauqua, the birth-place of grand ideas, that our Union originated. It is time the story of its beginnings was written, and there is no more fitting place for its rehearsal than in this goodly presence—the city of Louisville, where South and North meet beneath the palm to rejoice over its achievements and consecrate anew its altars. One bright day a very few ladies were in conversation upon the subject that filled their hearts, inspiring the thought that the temperance cause needed the united effort of all the women of the country.