328 THE FLORAL WORLD AND GARDEN GUIDE. 
gone, but many of its trees remain in the cemetery and the private 
gardens into which the builders long ago divided it, and some 
teresting scenes in the cemetery bear Dr. Watts’s name as 
having been his favourite resorts. 
The great cedar-tree is a true memorial of the pious poet. The 
spread of its branches cover a circle of about 300 feet, and its con- 
tour is tolerably perfect, though on several occasions within the 
past quarter of a century, heavy snow-falls, by suddenly overloading 
the horizontal branches, have torn some of the largest away, leaving 
serious wounds in the massive stem. The old mulberry was one of 
the most picturesque objects of its kind ever seen. It stood, or 
rather leaned, as represented in the figure, in the very centre of Dr. 
Denny’s garden in the High Street, and, there can be no doubt, was 
originally within the boundaries of the park. This old tree, although 
in the most decrepit state, used to produce large quantities of the 
most delicious mulberries, but the last crop was gathered long ago. 
On the 21st of October, 1874, a great gale wrenched the old tree 
from the earth, and laid it prostrate—a magnificent ruin. It was then 
found that the principal branches had formed several distinct sets of 
roots, which passed through the old stem to the earth, so that at the 
time it was blown down it was actually renewing its youth. A 
figure of the tree as it appeared immediately after the storm was 
published in the Gardener’s Magazine for February 27, 1875. 
It is impossible to take any interest in the memorials that 
remain of such a man as Dr. Watts without in some way associating 
them with his works ; and we seem to discover in his Hymns many 
a figure or allusion that may have been suggested to his mind by the 
rural beauty and quietude of Stoke Newington in those days “ o’ lang 
syne.” It is not difficult, for example, to imagine that his 66th 
hymn, book ii., one of the best known of all, derived a special 
colouring from the charms of the scenery by which he was sur- 
rounded when composing it. 
“There is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign, 
Infinite day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 
There everlasting spring abides, 
And never-withering flowers ; 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 
The noble 13th and 48th hymns, in the second book, with many 
more that might be named, seem equally touched with the sugges- 
iions of the locality, which in Watts’s days was one of the loveliest 
in the neighbourhood of London. PASSER-BY. 
Cox’s Rep-LeaFr Russrr Apprue, of which trees are now being offered for the 
first time, by Messrs. W. Paul and Son, promises to take a high place amongst 
dessert varieties in usa from December until February. The fruit is round, inclin- 
ing to oblate, and of medium size; the skin is entirely covered with crimson-brown 
russet; the flesh tender, crisp, juicy, and richly flavoured. 
