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The spectacle afforded by the United States Senate in its protracted attempt at tariff legislation is not edifying or comforting or strengthening to one's faith in democratic institutions and representative government. Individual, sectional and occupational interests are fighting their own battles in the highest forum of American law-making and diligent perusal of the Congressional Record fails to disclose the slightest recognition in debates or votes of that which would be for the good of the nation as a whole.

If we are to have a tariff, it should be constructed on scientific principles by a competent commission giving its entire time to the work. The product of this commission should be accepted or rejected as a whole by Congress and the mad muddle of amendments in which the Senate is interminably floundering thus thus avoided. The commission should be a continuing body, a recognized department of the government, and at each session of Congress should propose such changes in the existing law as economic conditions in general, not in particular congressional districts, should demand.

If we are to have a tariff, we say again, let the law be drawn for the benefit of the national treasury and American industry as a whole, not because of especial consideration for this or that corporation or organization to which some Senator or Congressman owes his seat at Washington.

But let us turn from the weird mess at Washington to a brighter government picture here at home. At the end of the state fiscal year,

June 30, 1922, every New Hampshire state department and institution was within its appropriation for the twelve months. Not one "deficiency" shadowed the financial. showing of the year to come. It has been some time since this state made so good a record, and while. it may be too early to say that the tide really has turned and that there is a chance for a decrease in taxes, the evidence surely is ample that economy and efficiency are the vogue today among our officials. Governor Albert O. Brown has set the example from the day of his inauguration and, furthermore, he has given his personal attention to seeing that the standard he set up in this respect was adhered to by every person responsible for the expenditure of funds from the state treasury.

Now it has been shown that it can be done, it ought to be easier for future administrations to keep all the divisions of the state's activities, each ambitious for achievement and anxious for the development of its work, within the financial limits set by the wisdom of the legislative appropriations committees. Without exception, we believe, these departments are performing useful and valuable service, capable of beneficial expansion; but on the other hand the limit of wise taxation certainly has been reached, if not exceeded, and until new sources of revenue are tapped, progress of state work must be on intensive rather than extensive lines. Get the best budget we can find and then absolutely keep within it is the wise. governmental policy for New Hampshire today and every day.

Franklyn Pierre Davis of Enid, Oklahoma, is the compiler of a new kind of anthology, one of newspaper verse. In 1921, he read 3,000 poems, published in the press of this country, while making his choices. Five per cent, 150, he deemed worthy of re-appearance in his book and of these it is interesting to note that 11 were first printed in the Boston Transcript which is second only to the New York Times, with 15, in this respect. 15, in this respect. Other New England papers honored are the Boston Post, Springfield Republican and Union, Brattleboro Reformer, Lewiston Journal and Sun. The only New New Hampshire poet we note in the collection is Dr. Perry Marshall, native of Lempster; but several Granite Monthly contributors are included, Grace C. Howes, Lillian

Hall Crowley, John Kearns, and
John R. Moreland.

The Stronger Light by Mary Gertrude Balch (The Cornhill Publishing Company, Boston, $1.75) is an old-fashioned love story told in an old-fashioned way and none the less welcome on that account to at least one reviewer. The people in it are familiar types, most of whom we are glad to know. New England country life is contrasted with that of a large city, not at all to the disadvantage of the former. There is a happy and sensible ending of a not too tangled plot. "The Stronger Light" is not strong at all in the sense of being intense, but it is pleasant, soothing and good propaganda for the "stay on the farm" movement which rural New England needs so much.


By Alice Sargent Krikorian.

The wealth of all the ages past is mine,
The moonlight, glinting on a silver lake,
The diamond stars' tiara,-who can take
From me these gifts,-my heritage divine?
Nor moth, nor rust, nor Time, that crafty thief
Can rob me, when the mountain shadows fall,
Of, deep in brake, the thrush's liquid call
Guarding her nest, concealed by jade-green leaf.

Mozart, Beethoven, on symphonic strings
That ancient orchestra, the tumbling sea
Is singing in my ear their melody!
(Or so run on my sweet imaginings.)

Yea, more than these, the Heart of Nature yields
Her whispered secrets here, upon the daisied fields!


By Mary E. Hough.

I love old Hampshire by the sea:
Her ancient mother-towns

Of Winchester and Portsmouth,
Her sandy heaths and downs,—
Her dimpled glades and valleys,
Her smiling English leas,
And rivers of historic sound
Like Avon and the Tees.

She hath her woods of aged oaks
Hung with the mistletoe,

And ivied castle-ruins

Where yew and holly grow.

She claims the Conqueror William,
And on the breeze is borne
Across the distant centuries
A sound of hunter's horn.

Oh, I love ancient Hampshire
Bleached by the salt-sea gales,
But best of all to me the port
From which my good ship sails-
Sails back across the ocean
Toward my sturdy Granite-State,
New Hampshire of the hill-side homes
Where blessed friendships wait.

She hath no moors of heather
Nor wreathed fields of hops,

But she hath slopes of ribboned corn
And laureled mountain-tops;
Pastures asway with golden-rod,
Asters, and meadow-sweet-

Out to the grassy road-side
Leads every city street.

New Hampshire's merry rivers.
Hint not of Shakespeare's fame,
But they are Laughing-waters

With poetry in each name.
Her great primeval forests
The pioneer has trod-

Cathedrals made by nature's hand

Where men may talk with God.

Oh, her seashore is not down-land,

She knows no English lea;

But all her land is home-land,
Is home-land to me.


William W. Flanders, member of the New Hampshire State Senate of 1921, died at his home in North Weare, June 17. He was born in that town 54 years ago and from the age of 19 was engaged in the wood turning business in which he was highly successful. He was a leader in the power development of the Piscataquog river. His service in the senate was preceded by a term in the house of representatives in 1919. Senator Flanders was a member of the Masons, Eastern Star, Odd Fellows and Rebekahs. He also was a member of the New England Fox Hunters' association, that sport being his favorite recreation. Mr. Flanders is survived by his wife, who was Mabel A. Thurston of Weare, and three children, Theodore, Russell and Isadore, and two grandchildren.

children of Rev. John and Mary (Dodge) Brodhead and was the widow of Rev. James Pike, both her father and husband having been members of Congress as well as prominent clergymen. Her grandfather, Captain Luke Brodhead, served on the staff of Lafayette. She was a member of the Methodist church for. 94 years and of the Daughters of the American Revolution. Mrs. Pike was a remarkable woman. She had a keen mind and retentive memory and to the the last retained her interest in current events. She kept herself informed on the progress of the World War, subscribed to all Government loans, and was the first person in Newfields to respond to the Methodist drive.


Thomas Entwistle, born in Hyde, Cheshire County, England, died in Portsmouth, June 25. Coming to this country with his parents as a child, he worked as a bobbin boy in the Kearsarge Mills at Portsmouth until the outbreak of the Civil War, when he enlisted on June 21, 1861, in Company D. Third Regiment, N. H. V., and served until his honorable discharge August 2, 1865. He was twice wounded, spent nine months in Andersonville prison and, making his escape from a prison train, had a thrilling journey of 21 days back to the Union lines. After the war Mr. Entwistle was at varous times employed on the Navy Yard at Portsmouth, was at one time deputy United States marshal and for a quarter of a century served as city marshal of Portsmouth. A Republican in politics, Mr. Entwistle was elected in succession selectman, councilman and alderman of his city, several times representative in the legislature, thrice state senator and member of the executive council of Governor Robert P. Bass. He was a member of the Episcopal church, of the G. A. R., Masons and I. O. O. F. Two daughters, Mrs. Walter T. Richards and Miss Maude I. Entwistle, and one son, William T. survive him.


Mrs. Mary R. Pike, at the time of her death the oldest person in New Hampshire, if not in New England, was born in Newfields, Sept. 11, 1815, and died there May 16. She was the eighth of the 12


Frank G. Wilkins, president of the Washington (D. C.) Market Company, who died in that city last month, was born in Warner, June 17, 1856. Left an orphan at an early age, he became the ward of Hon. Nehemiah G. Ordway and accompanied him to Dakota upon his appointment as governor of that territory. There Mr. Wilkins was admitted to the bar, but from 1886 was associated with the Washington Market, in which Governor Ordway and the late Senator William E. Chandler were largely interested. Beside being president of the Washington Market Company and the Terminal Cold Storage Company, Mr. Wilkins was a director in the Second National Bank, National City Dairy Company, and Congressional Hotel Company, and a member of the Washington Stock Exchange, Washington Chamber of Commerce, United States Chamber of Comerce, and the Washington City Club. In 1887 Mr. Wilkins married Florence N. Ordway, who died in 1897. Of four children born the only survivor is Miss Nancy Sibley Wilkins. In 1900 Mr. Wilkins married Elizabeth M. Howell who survives him.


Rear Admiral Joseph Gerrish Ayers, Medical Corps, U. S. N., retired, died at Montclair, N. J., March 21. He was born in Canterbury, November 3, 1839, the son of Charles H. and Almira S. (Gerrish) Ayers, and was educated at the University of Vermont and Columbia University. He served in the 15th N. H. Vols. as second and first lieutenant, 1862-3, and was appointed acting assistant surgeon, United

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Born June 1835; Died August 1894.
By Reignold Kent Marvin.

A sandpiper, grown tired of the sand,
Had faith to take the challenge of the sea
And made swift flight to far gray islands free
From dreary customs of the ancient land.
Then other songsters came, a daring band,
Attracted to the sandpiper's strange nest;
The ocean found an echo in her breast,
Her tender music those lone islands spanned.
One summer morn the sandpiper was still,
No plaintive tones cried out to greet the sea,
The listening song birds heard her voice no more,
Sunshine itself was touched with sudden chill,
The wild rose gave no honey to the bee,-
Fled was the Laureate of Appledore.

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