OUT-OF-TOWN PLACES 



solemn shade. Rustic or other littlenesses 

 should not pique and arrest attention. The 

 story of the place should be told in the largest 

 letters of the gardener's vocabulary and the 

 interpretation easy — quiet — seclusion — REST. 



Something might be said of the character of 

 the trees which should be planted in these fields 

 of the dead. The willow is the traditional 

 weeper, and in place; but such product of the 

 gardener's art as a weeping ash is a terribly 

 starched mourner, and should be banished as 

 an impertinence. All curious and rare exotics, 

 I should say, have no place there; unless, like 

 the yew or the European cypress, they bear 

 some story of association which chimes evenly 

 with the solemn shadows around. The darker 

 evergreens generally, are most fitting; and 

 there is a variety of the Norway spruce, with 

 long, pendulous arms, that is one of the state- 

 liest and comeliest and friendliest of mourners 

 it is possible to imagine. If the Mediterranean 

 cypress would but withstand the rigor of our 

 season, its dark plumes, leading up on either 

 side to the gateway of a tomb, would make a 

 standing funereal hymn. 



Near to Savannah, in Georgia, and upon one 

 of the creeks making into the irregular shores 

 thereabout, is a cemetery called, if I remember 



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