PARK AND CEMETERY. 
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VIEW IN CYPRESS LAWN CEMETERY, SAN MATEO, CO., CALIF. 
deal er, and indeed an ancient r 
graveyard is a good place to ex- 
plore in the search for obsolete 
flowers and plants whose fashion 
has long since passed away. 
In this quiet place there is 
one spot of ground which shows 
refined taste and tendrest love 
and care. This is a lot in which 
there are only two graves, the 
oldest that of a vigorous man cut 
down in his prime, and the other 
that of his grandson, a lovely boy 
of seventeen. These graves are 
tended by the daughter and 
mother of the dead. 
Here grow the loveliest and 
most fragrant flowers. She brings 
only her best and most beautiful 
offerings to this sacred place, 
where are laid her best beloved. 
Here, no matter what the season, all is harmonious, 
beautiful and restful. Early in March the crocuses, 
yellow, white, and purple, bloom in the greening 
grass. They are planted over the graves and every- 
where except in the flower border, which is reserved 
tor less sturdy plants. 
With the exception of Crocuses and Snowdrops, 
which are planted for their very early bloom, noth- 
ing is given here a place which is not fragrant. A 
large clump of single white English violets blooms 
upon each grave, embedded in the grass. It is the 
object of the owner of this lot to plant here noth- 
ing but hardy flowers that take care of themselves 
and do not need constant renewal so that, when she 
too is called away, they will still bear witness to 
her love and go on blooming every year to keep her 
memory green. 
White hyacinths make the air fragrant in April, 
and then come Poet’s Narcissus and Wall flowers, 
with their memories of home. For vines she has 
trained over the foot-stone of one of the graves a 
white Jessamine which blooms in July, and an 
Akebia quinata clothes the stem of a pink-flowering 
Locust which marks one corner of the lot. A Sweet- 
briar rose sheds fragrance in the air throughout the 
summer, and a white Madame Plantier rose is beau- 
tiful in June. 
A fragrant Honeysuckle sprawls over a tall white 
Lilac bush, and these are all the large plants that 
the space permits, except one Japanese Euonymus 
which is evergreen and covered in winter with 
bright berries, and a beautiful specimen of Thun- 
berg’s Barberry on which the scarlet berries glow 
until replaced by yellow blossoms in the spring. 
In May the fragrant yallow lilies, Hemerocallis 
flava, open here in company with Mountain Helio- 
trope, Valeriana officinalis, two plants beloved for 
early association in the garden at home, and Lilies 
of the Valley have found a bed in the rich soil. Late 
in June the tall white Madonna Lilies perfume the 
air, and after they have faded the Day Lilies or 
Funkias carry on the succession of fragrant flowers. 
In the fall the little place is lively with white 
chrysanthemums, and even in the winter it is 
cheered by the foliage of the evergreen Honey- 
suckle and Akebia and the bright berries of the 
Pluonymus and the Barberry. The grass often re- 
mains fresh throughout the year, and wreaths 
of evergreen mingled with Holly berries and sprays 
of the Bitter Sweet are often laid on the graves in 
the dreary season of winter. 
Here there is no ostentation, no display, but 
quiet taste and loving care have made the spot 
beautiful. I have described it because it is so easy 
to tend and watch over such a little garden in the 
graveyard, and because many want to know what 
to plant in the sacred soil where their dearest are 
laid to rest. 
Other beautiful and fragrant flowers can be 
used and some of them I may describe another 
time. Danske Dandridge. 
Shepherdstown, Jefferson Co., W. Va. 
The geysers of the Yellowstone National Park are 
failing. Their force has fallen off 50 per cent in sixteen 
years. 
Nearly seventy round towers, from 30 to 135 feet 
high, are found in various parts of Ireland. They are 
believed to have been used in the ceremonies of fire 
worship. 
