come naturalized here as in other places in the South. But 

 careful search revealed no English violet; instead, I saw some 

 feet away several small odd-looking appletrees with bright- 

 pink blossoms. They proved to be a species of the native 

 crab-apple, {Pyrus angustifolia) , whose exquisite fragrance 

 and rich coloring were new to me. The trees were doubtless 

 brought there by Walter. 



It was unpleasant to learn that only about ten years ago 

 the thousands of acres belonging to the Walter plantation had 

 passed into the hands of a lumber company; and to find that 

 the stately Georgia pines that once stood about Walter's house 

 and garden had only four years ago been cut. The former 

 owner of the property, Mr. Ezekiel Porcher, we were told, 

 had held it for over half a century, and being without family 

 had sold it only in extreme old age. We are sure that the 

 lumber company, had they known the historic interest of the 

 spot, would have spared a few acres about the grave of this 

 pioneer of American Botany. Even yet something may be 

 done; for less than a mile away we witnessed the uncanny 

 sight of a locomotive, on extemporized rails, carrying off car- 

 loads of logs and ties; while hundreds of acres around showed 

 the ravages of fire, here in southern pineries, as elsewhere, 

 far more destructive when fed by the dry refuse of an old 

 chopping. 



The memorial of Thomas Walter is a large slab of white 

 crystalline marble, about six feet long, two feet eight inches 

 wide, and two inches thick. It lies on the ground in a nearly 

 horizontal position, and bears the inscription on the opposite 

 page. 



Note: — It is a source of gratification to the Director of the 

 Museum to be able to announce that steps have already been 

 taken looking to the protection and preservation of the site 

 of this grave and early botanical garden, by the Museum in 

 co-operation with the present owners of the land. 



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