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THE MODERN CEMETERY, 
Fall Effects at Qraceland. 
On the first visit to Graceland to note the fall effects 
the only hint of the season, in the way of changing 
foliage was a single spray of flaming orange scarlet 
leaves held out from a shadowy green recess like a 
welcoming hand. But there were indications of the 
close of summer in the odor of ripe vegetation, in 
the deep blue sky with fleecy clouds piled high and 
motionless, in the dreamy haze that hung like a veil 
of thinnest gray blue gauze between one and the 
middle distance, and in the brooding restfulness 
that pervaded all nature. No ripple disturbed the 
smooth surface of the water, and in it lay quiet re- 
flections of the calm beauty of the surrounding 
view. The tone of the atmosphere was un- 
mistakably that of the “Fall of the Leaf.” 
Before the second visit, (made perhaps a 
week later) there had been a frost, and dame 
nature had been busy with her paints, put- 
ting in color sparingly, but with a breadth 
and freedom, yet at the same time, with an 
attention to detail that made close atten- 
tion a delight. 
The art of planting at Graceland is well 
the border of a coppice gleamed masses of color, 
comparable to nothing but certain sunset clouds. 
It is neither copper, crimson, scarlet, orange nor 
gold, but all of them combined. A glorious hue, 
fit only for nature’s use on far off clouds, or in 
splashes here and there over the gorgeous robe she 
fashions for her October carnival. With it she decks 
the pretty little pepperidge trees at Graceland, and 
right daintily is it worn. Tall oaks are swathed 
with the beautiful fall colors of Virginia creeper, 
and its deep crimson adds a touch of color to the 
gray stone wall that makes its way through the 
enclosure, forming inviting nooks where one would 
willingly lie down one day to restful sleep. 
yUlET REFLECTIONS. 
After these brilliant bits one notes anew 
the soft gray green of the Royal willows, 
and the pleasing contrast between it and 
the glossy dark green mass of the laurel- 
leaved willows happily placed close be- 
side them, as well as the still different 
green of one or two weeping willows stand- 
ing at the edge of a pond, quiescent when 
their best friend — the water — ^is quiet, 
but waking into life the moment it stirs, and 
emphasizing the friendly companionship by al- 
ways floating their slender branches, the same 
way the ripples run. 
Among the most delightful effects are the fasci- 
nating tangles of shrubbery where in the Fall, wax- 
en snow berries whiten the drooping twigs; barber- 
ries hang in thick fringes of soft rose-red; and 
gleaming scarlet winter berries make bright tracery 
among the leaves and branches. 
And where the witch hazel lies in ambush 
to play its merry pranks, tossing its yellow 
tassels alluringly, then greeting the unwary 
with a lively fusilade of tiny polished 
AN INVITING NOOK. 
shown by the fall color effects. Their beauty is cumu- 
lative. Nowhere is there a sudden breaking out of 
masses of multi-colored foliage. The varieties of 
trees and shrubs that take on good tints are so pla- 
ced that at the beginning color is introduced deli- 
cately and so working on by subtle graduations 
there is room for a climax when the right time 
comes. But that time was not yet. There was 
just enough brilliancy here and there to arouse the 
interest and keep one alert as to what beauty spot 
might be waiting round the next curve. Clumps of 
crimson sumach glowed among plantings otherwise 
made up of cool greens, beside a driveway on 
