172 WORCESTER COUNTY HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. [1898. 



Elm Park — should it not be Lincoln Park? — where our 

 beloved assistant gardener of the Lord helped Nature to carry 

 out her designs of beauty, and not to thwart them with the arro- 

 gance of man trying to improve on God's plan. 



He wrote his name on the meadows green of his childhood's 

 home, to keep it as fresh and green as the arbutus, the hemlocks, 

 the spruce and the pines, living characters, with which he wrote 

 love-letters to the gods of the beautiful to consummate his 

 designs. Loving hearts there are who feel that his work shoukl 

 ever remain as he left it, forgetting that " change and decay is 

 the law of Nature," and to develop its beauties and make them 

 steadfast the prudential hand must clear away Nature's decay, 

 and give her full sway to carry out his design of the beautiful. 



Old Newton Hill, a grand monument of his love. And 

 from its summit high, Faith with prophetic eye discerns afar its 

 wrought out beauty his genius has planned. 



Hauwen Park ! The Quaker home of our President, with its 

 broad avenues lined on either side with the shivering maples, 

 the lofty elms, and the dark cool evergreens his hand has 

 planted there. But above the trees and the shrubs is the quiet 

 Quaker love that has made his garden beautiful, an unabridged 

 dictionary of Nature that spells out the mysteries of every clime 

 with its trees and shrubs and vines, transplanted from their 

 native soil and nurtured by his loving care. He knows them 

 all, and calls them by their names — 



And they lift their golden petals up, 

 "Wave their leaves of silver sheen, 

 Of blue and red and green, 

 As he walks their ranks between. 

 King of the garden beautiful. 



The rarest horticultural exhibition of all New England. 



Institute Park. — Another misnomer, for it should be Salis- 

 bury Park, for no other name "doth become the mouth as well." 

 No other name will tell of the three Stephens, who have made so 

 large a part of the history of the village, the town, and the city 

 of Worcester : a park of beauty, yet characteristic in that only 

 one column stands alone and lonely, with no mated goddess of 

 beauty standing by its side to help uphold its crown of loveli- 

 ness. Yet, while there is life, there is hope, and, young ladies, 

 a great responsibility devolves on you to see to it that this 

 living column be suitably mated ! 



Davis Park. — Another monument of another heart's true 

 lover. 



