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perennial flings itself right and left in glorious abandon, 

 arching its striped stems, beautifully tinged with crim- 

 son here, there, everywhere, and if you happen to pass 

 it in late August you will surely have to stop to look 

 at the fine feather-sprays of its delicate flowers which 

 float out and droop in pretty fluffy little panicles from 

 four to six inches long, from the axils of the leaves. 

 Close by the Walk again, at your right, nestling very 

 near the fence, is Deutzia gracilis again, and beyond it 

 syringa (Philadelphus grandiflorus') . 



Beyond the lamp-post, you pass, on the left, a very 

 interesting birch tree, the red or river birch, often called 

 also the black birch. You will know it easily by its 

 shaggy-looking bark, especially tattered and ragged on 

 the upper parts of the tree. In other portions of the 

 Park you will find this tree exceedingly shaggy, with 

 its tattered ends curled back, looking very much like 

 the bark of the yellow birch. The general tone color of 

 the red birch's bark is slaty-gray with a beautiful crim- 

 son flush through it. This reddish-brown tinge almost 

 identifies the tree in itself. If you have any doubts 

 about it, though, look at its leaves. They are dis- 

 tinctly different from any other birch in the Park, 

 being decidedly rhombic ovate, acute at both top and 

 bottom, and very noticeably double serrate. If you love 

 to look at rough bark, the red birch, in its glory, will 

 satisfy your eye completely. For my part, I love to 

 come upon its shaggy beauty. 



As you go on westwards, not very far from the red 

 birch, you will find, on your left, a good specimen of the 

 sycamore maple (Acer pseudoplatanus). This tree has 



