a i i ■ ‘trust to the delicate- green foliage of the tree uj|Hur the five flaming relt;l leave* of the flower, one of which isim triav»u- gate*! byu«6 * ‘V * ‘i* ifined streaks of w hite. I.ater in theday Miss Ethel Litchfield presentedillus with two luscious sajiodillas and a cluster of rose apples, the present of her notably generous mother.Boils, carbuncles, and eruptions of all kinds are nature's efforts to throw off poison from the blood. This result may be accomplished much more effectually, as well us agreeably, through the proper excretory channels, by the use of Ayer’s Harsaparil la. *A big assortment of hardware, tinware, tubs, harness, etc., just received at II. A. Fuller Bone. *Mr. W. H. Hutton, a Philadelphian, having spent the winter with Judge John li. Webb, at Osprey, was stopping at the llotel-Restaurant several days last week, and left for the north Friday. Mr. Dutton is a habitual traveler and has spent the winter for the last ten years on the Gulf coast, mostly oruisiug with the boats of Mcllvane of Tampa. Several years ago be inet Judge Webb, whom ho hud known in New York City, and with whom he has since passed the winter. Mr. Dutton is enthusiastic in his praise of the Gulf coast and informs us that there is afreat increase of travel each year to lorida and its tendency is to the Gulf coast, which is the great sanitarium of the United States.Best New York Creamery or Tennessee Butter 30c. per pound, or 23c. per pound for 101b can at * H. A. Fuller Sons.The Manatee River Rifles.Mr. J. J. Stewart ol this town, who organised and subsequentlyHt T.tr lt;•A Memorial Chapel at Osprey.hsniliul t l%i^ COII1-I*laffd1snr4 llsavs aIn the curly w inter a lady and her daughter came to my house from Louisville, Kv. It was evident that the latter was seriously if not mortally ill. But like young persons suffering from that fearful malady, consumption, while otherwise she seemed to get better, she grew- weaker day by day.’ Sometimes we mortals build better than we know, and so we often prophesy beyond our ken more truly than we think. She had rested poorly the night before and was more ill than ever before, when 1 said to her as she lay where the setting sun threw a halo of glory around : “Mary, I hope you w ill sleepbetter to-night.” “Yes, Mr. Webb, I shal. sleep well to-night.”A few hours later she had breathed her last. But she bail entwined love around all our hearts. Every exertion was made to get her remains to Tampa in time for them to be embalmed and restored to her friends. These exertions were successful.And then her friends resolved to build a chapel toiler memory. * I donated a beautiful lot on the bay, including the little cemetery where gome of our own loved ones rest. A gentlemen from Philadelphia drewthe plans of the building; someIt Should be in Every HouseI - * - *'I which li I little mi I He veil I; tm mvl let ii lt;!«»*■ w*li. 1 anti h:»s hv IkTfriends in Boston arc going to put in a memorial window. A large part of the money is in lmud and the neat little chape] will soon be an accomplished fact.It will be known as “Mary’s Church as yet is a free church, not being specially identified with any denomination. Yours truly,John G. Webb.Osprey, Fla , June 4, 1892.