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low and compact shrubs new to me until recently. 

 Their small foUage is deep and glossy green, 

 flecked here and there with rich crimson, to which 

 hue it will all turn soon, I infer. On that garden 

 wall the Ampelopsis Engelmannii is flaunting 

 scarlet banners, while the nearby hanging shoots 

 of the Wichuraiana rose are yet in entire green. 

 The roses in the "species bed" are bare, save one, 

 Rosa Carolina, which is rampant in young shoots 

 and brightest green. 



The big oakleaves of Hydrangea quercifolia 

 have taken on a peculiar and striking bronzy hue, 

 like nothing else. Those two large Buffum pear 

 trees are in blossom again, seemingly, but it is a 

 bloom of fire, for the foliage is indescribably 

 ablaze in red and yellow and bronze. 



Rather suddenly the horse-chestnuts turn yel- 

 low in foliage, and the great west tree becomes a 

 clear and lucent color that sends a glow into the 

 nearby windows. Hardly a leaf had it dropped 

 until one morning toward Thanksgiving, after the 

 first real freeze, it shed all its immense mass of 

 foliage in about three hours, appearing by noon 

 cleanly bared for winter. 



Of all the autumn color show, the part furnished 

 by the barberry hedge is the finest. Beautiful 

 every hour in the year, its fall changing is an 



