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park: and ceaetery. 
the signal gun is fired and the great iron gates are 
closed. 
Louisville, Ky. hlizabetJi Fry. 
An English House in Philadelphia. 
It is with a great deal of pleasure the picture of 
this Philadelphia residence is presented to our read- 
ers. It is quite an every day affair to hear persons 
say that there is not the comfort and seclusion in 
our homes that there are in those of England, but 
it needs but to look on this picture to be convinced 
that there are both there, as indeed there is. Many 
of the older Philadelphia families were well to do 
Quakers, and in building their houses and arrang- 
ing their grounds, they gave their first care to com- 
fort and usefulness, letting mere ornamentation take 
a second place. On the outskirts of the city are 
still many of these old houses and grounds. The 
walls of the dwelling are overgrown with English 
ivy, and noble shade trees are about them and 
scattered through the grounds. The cut pre- 
sented herewith represents such a place. It is on 
Lansdowne avenue. Philadelphia, and though no 
doubt when it was built it was far away from the 
city proper, it is now being encroached on from all 
sides by modern streets and dwellings. What our 
people must do if they would be so situated as the 
owners of this place are, is to plant for the future 
and be patient. Look at the magnificent elm tree 
overshadowing and protecting the dwelling, and 
think of the time it has taken to reach its grand 
proportions! It is almost useless for one to think 
to see a tree planted by himself reach the noble pro- 
portions of this one. But if judiciously planted, 
some one will enjoy it eventually. Although prop- 
erties quickly pass from one family to another in 
our country, yet there are families in this city liv- 
AN ENGLISH HOUSE IN PHILADELPHIA. 
MONU.MENT TO ANDREWS’ RAIDERS. 
loving hand on a bush of rosemary — rosemary sig- 
nifying remembrance — and thought with Longfel- 
low: 
“If thou art worn and hard beset 
With sorrows thou wouldst fain forget. 
If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep 
Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, 
Go to the woods and hills. No tears 
Dim the sweet look that nature wears.” 
he frost of ’94 injured some of the fine old box 
trees, favorites of all the old-timers who visited the 
place on account of their suggestion of old-home 
gardens. 
This cemetery was established in 1863, and in- 
terments are still made on the average of twenty per 
year, any Union soldier having an honorable dis- 
charge being entitled to such interment. Many pre- 
fer sleeping with their old comrades to being placed 
with their families in other burying grounds, and so 
decree among their last requests. 
Two thousand men who were killed outright on 
the battlefield of Chickamauga are buried 
here. Of those only 152 are known. 
The unknown graves are all marked with 
stones bearing a number. 
On Sunday afternoons, when the 
weather is favorable, many visitors seek 
this quiet, beautiful place. Some drive, 
others stroll through the grounds — fathers 
and mothers with their children, groups 
of weather-beaten veterans talking over 
old times, sometimes a solitary figure, 
gowned in somber black, searching 
among the graves for the name of a lost 
loved one, and in contrast one often 
sees a youth and maiden strolling there 
with the wonderful light of love in their 
faces, youth and gladness in their step 
and joy in their tones. And so they pass 
and repass, an interesting throng, until 
