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HOME AND FLOWERS 



A FINE CAMPERDOWN ELM 



By W, C. Egan 



THE Seotcli or wych elm, a tree grow- 

 ing a hundred feet high, with wide- 

 spreading branches, is native to 

 both Europe and Japan. It has sported 

 into several forms, furnishing a yellow- 

 leaved variety as well as a purple one. Un- 

 der its weeping form, the Camperdown 

 elm, it is best known in this country. This, 

 when well grown in congenial soil, forms 

 one of the best of arboreal arbors.. There 

 is one in Rochester, New York, whose 

 branches reach the ground, enclosing a 

 space over twenty feet in diameter. The 

 weeping part is grafted upon the upright 

 form, and in its purchase — if for arbor 

 purposes — one should be chosen having a 

 well balanced head grafted at least seven 

 feet high, in order to have head room. It 

 should be located in rich light soil where 

 it may naturally obtain a fair amount of 

 moisture. On poor, hard, dry soil it seems 

 to make but little headway. The one here 

 illustrated had been planted some five 

 years, and being on slightly receding 



ground it does not naturally receive the 



amount of moisture suitable f©r it. At 



W. C. EGAN'S CAMPERDOWN ELM 



this writing — three years from date of the 

 photograph — the branches are within two 

 feet of the ground, and have a spread of 

 eighteen to twenty feet. 



CHRYSANTHEMUMS 

 By Eben E. Rexford 



THE bleak, chill wind of November 

 Blows over the garden beds. 

 In the bitter and frosty weather 

 The asters hang their heads. 

 Where the flame of the salvia brightened 



The walks but a month ago, 

 Dead leaves hang black and withered. 

 Or litter the earth below. 



In the first cold night of autumn 



The dahlias' pride was lost. 

 The hollyhock's splendor vanished 



At the coming of the frost. 

 Even the brave little pansy 



Hides under the leaves that fall, 

 And not one flower of the summer 



Answers the robin's call. 



But lo! in the corner yonder, 



There's a gleam of white and gold — 



The gold of the summer sunshine. 

 The white of winter's cold. 



And, laden with spicy odors, 



The autumn breezes come 

 From the nooks and corners brightened 



By the brave chrysanthemum. 



Hail to thee, beautiful flower, 



With royal and dauntless mien, 

 Facing the frosts of winter — 



I crown thee autumn's queen. 

 Like a gleam of late, bright sunshine. 



You shine through the closing year. 

 And keep us dreaming of summer 



Till the winter we dread is here. 



Brave, beautiful, steadfast flower, 



You come with a message to all: 

 Smile in life's bitterest weather. 



And brighten its lonesome fall. 

 Carry some beauty of summer 



In the heart till the season's past. 

 And let the dread snow that's coming 



Find a flower in the soul at the last. 



