944, OUR WOODLAND TREES. 
garden end a weeping Elm droops over the turf, 
screening the sunlight which falls through its 
delicately-arranged leaves, and covering the 
modest form of a Hawthorn bush which spreads 
out its branches below the larger Elm growth. 
Underneath the Limes which mask the garden- 
wall ferns and Ivy grow together. 
But the Limes are, for the moment, the central 
feature of attraction, not because there is not 
beauty in the green life all around, but because, 
as we look upon these Trees the sunlight falls 
across their leafy heads, lighting their golden 
green into a brighter tinge of gold. Here and 
there, throughout the heads of verdure, are leaves 
which, lying within the shadows of other leaves, 
appear of darker hues of green. But these do 
but show in sweeter perfection the soft, golden 
shades of those on which the sunbeams fall, The 
vigour, and freshness, and beauty of these young 
Trees are very striking. Their yet slender trunks, 
singularly straight and smooth, are mostly bared 
of any trace of leaves. But here and there a tiny 
twig, clothed with a slight leafy dress, consisting 
of perhaps only twin leaves, or at most, of a 
