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heads and faces and talked learnedly and face- 

 tiously about the phrenological traits, carica- 

 turing prominent men and women of the day. 

 His sketches were coveted as souvenirs. Our 

 dining-room and arbor hold many such sketches. 



The club stayed unusually late and we won- 

 dered at it, when just at six o'clock a caterer 

 came and planted his tables and displayed his 

 wares and materials and nobody said a word; 

 of course we looked on indifferent. At a signal, 

 Mrs. Wentworth, a dear, good neighbor, said, 

 "We may as well have our tea out here," and 

 led the way. That hour of feasting and flow 

 of soul was most genial and congenial, so full 

 of heart life and brainy flashes of wit and wis- 

 dom, it closed the day like a gorgeous sunset 

 with exquisite colorings. 



When all had gone we sat on our front pi- 

 azza, happy in the conscious afterglows of de- 

 lightful friendships! Before us were the two 

 grand elms that interlocked over the gateway. 

 Their arching branches covered with rich fo- 

 liage seem like suddenly arrested sprays of 

 fountains. No tree for beauty can compare 

 with the elm. Henry Ward Beecher in his 

 "Norwood" wrote, "The Elms of New Eng- 

 land! They are as much a part of her beauty 

 as the columns of the Parthenon were the glory 



