■■And Itii: yri-'ai tliiis o'crlieaa U 



"Our Wounded Friends, 

 the Trees" 



EDICATED in all sincerity to that vast army 

 of friends who greet us with no touch of 

 reproach every day and every year of our 

 lives; who stand guard by the old home 

 where we first saw the light, and under whose 

 protecting arms we played day after day while the years 

 brought us to manhood and womanhood ; who shade t!ie 

 place we now call home and make it beautiful; who, like 

 trusty sentinels, line those streets and thoroughfares in 

 which we daily pass; who, though wounded and neglected, 

 forget us not, nor fail to keep the constant vigil for which 

 they were designed by the Creator; who are the crowning 

 majesty of the hills and the eternal glory of the vales; — to 

 our friends, the Trees so long neglected and so much 

 abused) but now so wonderfully coming into their own, 

 this little book is earnestly dedicated. 



"Stranger, if tliou hast learned a truth which necJs 

 No school of long experience, that the world 

 Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen 

 Enough of all its sorrows, crimes and cares. 

 To tire thee of it, enter this wild wood 

 And view the haunts of Nature. The calm shade 

 Shall bring a kindred calm, and the sweet breeze 

 That makes the green leaves dance shall waft a balm 



