so sweetly fragrant that bees, ants, and, seemingly, 

 every kind of bug or insect, swarm to it and over it. 

 The whole bush is then fairly alive with honey sip- 

 pers. Beyond the clcthra, on your right, you pass a 

 fine European linden (Tilia Enropcea}, of excellent 

 form, and beautiful, full leafage. This tree is also 

 a veritable hive of insect industry when it is in bloom, 

 which is in June. Then it is hung full of fragrant, 

 starry, cream-colored flowers, which droop on stalks 

 from leaf-life bracts. So fragrant are the flowers at 

 night, that they fill all the air in the neighborhood of 

 the trees on which they hang with a perfume that is 

 almost heavy. 



Now we have come to a point where the Walk makes 

 a kind of double turn after the manner of Hogarth's 

 line of beauty, into a glade or grove of tall and grace- 

 ful trees that are truly majestic. You walk as through 

 some open, unroofed temple whose columns are lordly 

 oaks, stately chestnuts, straight strong hickories, 

 graceful birches, towering sweet gums (liquidam- 

 bars), with here and there set among them, in lowly 

 modesty, young dogwoods reaching out to you over 

 the Walk with most delicate, bewitching grace. Just 

 before you pass into the shade of this hall of trees, 

 notice the pretty clump of privet on the left, and just 

 beyond it the little English hawthorns, which seem 

 to stand so shyly at the portals where are assembled 

 all these stately trees. Here are white oaks which 

 are a glory in the winter sunshine with their light 

 granite bark broken in plates and their bold and 

 rugged fling of boughs filling the eye with joy at their 



