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is not necessary to delay longer over its description. 

 Its very form is enough to identify it. But in passing 

 let me say that I, for one, think it is a tree of great 

 beauty. Its long, sweeping vails of hanging green, 

 rustling with low, sweet music on a fair summer day, 

 suggests falling waters, and when the breeze turns its 

 leaves, what rippling lights of soft gray fleck down 

 the graceful tresses! 



Midway between this tree and the bald cypress just 

 spoken of is another European flowering ash. Its leaf- 

 lets run in sevens and nines, and it stands about oppo- 

 site the weeping willow. On the left of the Walk is a 

 small Austrian pine. You can know it at once by the 

 bunching growth of its leaves, by its stocky, thick-set 

 look. Its leaves grow two together in a bundle 

 (fascicle) and are of a dark green color, very sharp- 

 pointed (mucronate) and rather stiffish in texture, 

 with quite a decided incurve. The dark green color 

 of the Austrian's leaves gives the tree, when well grown, 

 a handsome, furry effect in winter. 



A little further on, you pass Japan quince, easily 

 known, summer or winter, by its thorns. In early 

 spring this bush is a torch of crimson-colored flowers, 

 and all over the Park, then, you can see it glowing in 

 crimson, pink and white. This bush is very near the 

 fence, on your right, and, opposite to it, on the left, is 

 a fine bald cypress. 



A little further along, you pass, on your right, an- 

 other noble old weeping willow, then bald cypress 

 again, tall and stately. To the right of this bald 

 cypress, on the point of land swelling out here, is a 



