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" trees will grow while one 

 sleeps," according to the old 

 adage, we made planting our 

 first business, and left setting 

 the place in order to come later, for 

 it seemed to promise an indefinite job, 

 everything having gone more or less to 

 rack and ruin during its period of aban- 

 donment and desolation. 



The forlornness of an old, neglected A forlorn 

 farm is largely owing to the condition of * 

 its trees and shrubs, which, being left to 

 themselves, take on a tumble-down, half- 

 dead look that often belies their real con- 

 dition. A few decayed trees bring all the 

 others into disrepute, like a grog-shop in 

 an otherwise respectable neighborhood, 

 and untrimmed shrubs are as unbecoming 

 as unkempt hair. 



When we came to examine matters at 

 Overlea, as we named our acquisition, from 

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