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branching habit, twisting its forks here, there, every- 

 where. It flowers in May or June, and throws out 

 large, soHtary white blossoms at the ends of the 

 branches. These flowers are succeeded by beautiful 

 berries, rich, shining black-purple, in close clusters, 

 four or five together. The berries are conspicuously 

 surrounded by the very large and persistent calyx. 

 Of all the berries which September loves to work over, 

 I do not think there is one that compares with the finish 

 and gloss of the beady gems that sparkle and toss in 

 the sunshine of a bright autumn day on the branches 

 of the Rhodotypos. 



The little arm of pathway leads out upon another 

 Walk that branches right and left to enfold the sleep- 

 ing waters of the Pond. As you come from the bowers 

 of canopied green, at the junction of the Walk, on your 

 right, is a fine old American elm. On your left is 

 white pine. Directly in front of you, as you look 

 toward the water, about midway between you and the 

 water, is, generally speaking, one of the loveliest of 

 Park trees, I think. Tall, graceful, aspiring, with a 

 conical, spire-like head which waves in easy motion to 

 every breeze or bows majestically in dignified submis- 

 sion to the harder winds, like a king to the will of a 

 higher power, stands a bald cy^r^ss{Taxodium dis- 

 tichum). You can recognize it by its form alone, 

 which, as has been said, is tall, slender and spire-like. 

 When in foliage, for the tree is deciduous, its delicate, 

 feather-spray leaves, which are flat and two-ranked 

 (distichum), give its foliage a very soft and fine effect. 

 The bald cypress is especially lovely at two seasons of 



