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Give us today, Our Father, daily bread
And grant, oh God, that not alone
be fed, our perishable bodies,
But supply the cravings of our inner life,
We cry with thirst, all faint, and hunger
sore oppressed,
For bread of life, for living water,
rest,
Rest from the tumult that will not
be still,
Work for the weakness of our heart
and will,
Drink for the burning, parching thirst
of soul
That all the streams of earth may not
control.
We breathe the prayer, our Master's lips
have said.
Give us to-day, Our Father, daily bread."

The Sec. reported she had written to Annabelle
Page that her resignation was
accepted with regret. Albina O. Stabler
moved that Anna G. Lea be reinstated
this was seconded by three voices at
once, and on being put to vote unani-
mously carried. Emily T. Massey gave
a poem "Instead" from which we cull,

"When I am dead forget me, dear
For I shall never know,
Though o'er my cold and lifeless hands
Your briny tears should flow
I'll cancel with my living voice,
The debt you owe the dead,
But give it now instead.
What saints we are when we are gone,
But what's the use to me?
Of praises written on my tomb,
For other eyes to see?
One simple little word of praise,
By lips we worship said