occupying one-third of this tree-barren tract, 
stands stark and bald without a tree to caress or 
drop a cooling shade — not a tree to make in- 
habitable its hospitable piazzas. ‘Oh, for a 
thousand tongues to tell —”’ 
“If I knew I should die to-morrow, I would 
plant a tree to-day,” said Stephen Girard. 
September 17, 1910. 
