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  "Roses that blush for shame on Easter Morn
  At thought of cruel cross and crown of thorn,
  Send forth your sweetest incense; let it rise
  To Him who ope'd the gates of Paradise.
  Pansies, who bid us never more forget
  The stone, to seal the Roman guard well set,
  Cry out to all with fragrance laden breath,
  'Where is thy sting, 0 grave, thy victory 0 death?'
  Wave thy pure banners heavenward, lillies white;
  Bright with thhe pearly tears of sorrowing night
  The morning breaks; to all good the news speeds-
  "The Lord beloved is risen; yea, risen indeed."
  Oh, Christ, who died our sin sick souls to save
  E'en through the shadowy portals of the grave,
  O'er thorns and stones I'll follow Thee, dear Lord,
  So I but rise with Thee-the Truth, the Life, the Word."
    Mrs. Catlin rose from that sick bed for a short peri-
od of further usefulness; but a second illness two years
later, provd fatal and she passed away, February fourth,
1915. But Laura Wood Catlin will live forever in her
noble works rendered permanent thru her inspired love
for humanity and the beautiful.
       (Mrs. Henry L.) Minnie G. Cook, Regent,
                     Benjamin Tallmadge Chapter,
                                          Milwaukev.
 ...............  .... I,
             MRS. HELEN WHIPPLE
-          Author-Lillian Stair Schreiner
               (Fort Atkinson Chapter)
    The Fort Atkinson Chapter, D. A. R. has been for-
tunate in adding to its list of "real" daughters, Mrs. Helen
M. Whipple of Chicago. She was the daughter of Eliada
Brown, who served throughout the Revolutionary war,
enlisted at the early age of 15.
    Mrs. Whipple was at the time she joined, an ex-
ceedingly bright and attractive old lady, past her 80th
year. Her early life was passed in Jefferson county,
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