MY OWN ACRE 



operation had been carried on meantime. Trees, 

 souvenir trees, had from time to time been 

 planted on the lawn by visiting friends. Most 

 of them are set close enough to the grove to 

 become a part of it, standing in a careful irregu- 

 larity which has already obliterated, without mo- 

 lesting, the tree line of the ancient fence. 



Young senators among their seniors, they still 

 have much growth to make before they can enter 

 into their full forest dignity, yet Henry Ward 

 Beecher's elm is nearly two feet through and has 

 a spread of fifty; Max O'Rell's white-ash is a 

 foot in diameter and fifty feet high; Edward 

 Atkinson's is something more, and Felix Adler's 

 hemlock-spruce, the maple of Anthony Hope 

 Hawkins, L. Clark Seelye's English ash, Henry 

 van Dyke's white-ash, Sol Smith Russell's lin- 

 den, and Hamilton Wright Mabie's horse-chest- 

 nut are all about thirty-five feet high and cast a 

 goodly shade. Sir James M. Barrie's elm his 

 and Sir William Robertson Nicoll's, who planted 

 it with him later than the plantings aforemen- 

 tioned has, by some virtue in the soil or in its 

 own energies, reached a height of nearly sixty- 



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