942, OUR WOODLAND TREES. 
of the children of the woods will adapt themselves 
to the normal disagreeableness of city surround- 
ings. Of all our woodland Trees there are none 
which will more willingly—and few which will so 
willingly—smile upon the efforts of town dwellers 
to cultivate them, as the Lime. 
Like all Trees, the Lime has its especial season 
of beauty and glory. That season is not so much 
the spring—we mean the early spring—as the 
young summer. Where it may be asked is the 
dividing line between spring andsummer? None 
can say ; for do not these beautiful seasons almost 
unconsciously blend with one another? We have 
seldom indications of summer—either by excessive 
heat, or by the exceptional development of vege- 
tation—in April. But how often we have such 
indications in beautiful May ! and not unfrequently 
the full glory of summer is upon us before the 
end of that month. It is on the eve of this 
season of glory and beauty—the season of sum- 
mer’s young perfection—when the memory of 
spring is gently passing away with sweet associa- 
tions of budding promise fulfilled in the reality of 
the golden season—that the Lime is shown in its 
