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den walls, I will not write of it here, save to say 

 that no one could ever see it growing in its shadowy 

 home in the woods without yielding to its air of 



Avenue of White Pines at Wellesley, Mass., the Country-seat of Hollis 

 H. Hunnewell, Esq. 



mystery. It is the weirdest flower that grows, so 

 palpably ghastly that we feel almost a cheerful sat- 

 isfaction in the perfection of its performance and our 



