THE BOLE. 



LOMBARDY POPLAR. 



GENERAL REMARKS. 



HE Lombardy Poplar, like the spire of the village church, 

 is the landmark of the country side. Its slender taper 

 rises from the level lake of the morning mist to catch 

 the flame of sunrise long before the vapourous curtains 

 are rolled away, and the village itself, in which the tree stands, 

 comes to view. Throughout the day its sensitive leaves reflect the 

 moods of the hour ; they glitter in the sunlight, they dance to the 

 breezes, or are ruffled by sudden gusts ; through the sultry hours of 



