A WINTER GARDEN OF TREES 49 



for their children's children. That they were not 

 blind to the rare beauty of foreign trees many a 

 magnificent Cedar of Lebanon and massive Ilex, or 

 deciduous tree — like the fine Tulip trees at Mackery 

 End, beloved of Charles Lamb — bear noble testimony 

 to this hour. 



Nothing, perhaps, in the wide range of garden 

 beauty is more pictorial than an ancient Cedar, 

 dusky and glaucous, with cavernous shadows, holding 

 upright the smooth, pale-brown, rounded cones on 

 its flattened branches, or some grand Silver Fir 

 standing alone in its solemn symmetrical beauty, or 

 even, as may now and then be seen, though rarely, 

 some stately Araucaria, wind-sheltered, whose radiat- 

 ing branches sweep down upon the greensward. 

 Others there are, no less pictorial perhaps, nor even 

 less exacting, for none can do without the shelter 

 of a good position, such as the Stone Pines, with 

 corrugated trunk and green spreading head ; or 

 again, the graceful fragrant Cypress (C lawsoniana) 

 of more recent date, with its slender pyramidal 

 growth and drooping feathery branches, taking on 

 at the close of winter the ruby-red of the catkins 

 which tell of the coming of the small, bloom- 

 powdered cones. 



The desperate hurry, the incessant crowding out 

 of the times in which we live, give little encourage- 

 ment to the sentiment of planting for posterity, yet 

 some such planting is continually being done. This 

 much must be said, that the last fifty years have 

 seen the introduction of numberless fine trees and 



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