The hour glass is an emblem of human life. Behold how swiftly the sands run, how rapidly our lives are drawing to a close. We cannot without astonishment behold the little particles which are contained in this machine pass away almost imperceptibly and yet, to our surprise in the short space of an hour they are all exhausted. Thus wastes man. Today he puts forth tender leaves of hope, tomorrow blossoms and bears his blushing honors thick upon him the next day comes a frost which nips the shoot and while he thinks his greatness still aspiring, he falls, like autumn leaves. To enrich our Mother Earth.