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ing on the places their ancestors owned nearly 100 
years ago, and what lovely places many of them are 
to-dayT 
The picture, too, well illustrates the fact that 
the English ivy flourishes well here. How nicely it 
has taken possession of the w’alls and of the spaces 
between the windows on the ground floor. And it 
has done just as well on the side of the house. 'Why 
it is that so many think this ivy will not thrive here 
I cannot understand. Yet I often hear it said that it 
will not. Speaking for Philadelphia, it is quite hardy. 
In quite sunny places I have seen its foliage badly 
scorched in severe winters, but in all other places 
it is perfectly green all the time. In Laurel Hill it 
has been largely used in cemetery lots, as it has 
been in other cemeteries, sometimes as an outline to 
a lot, and again for permanently covering graves; 
and in these and any other cases where the plants 
are near the ground, there is never the slightest 
trace of injury by cold. And there are many dwell- 
ings beautifully covered with it. It is common too, 
to see trunks of trees covered with it as is the one 
before us; and this body of green is so cheerful 
looking in winter. Old, partly decayed trees can 
be nicely covered in this way. When such is to be 
attempted, set the plants on the north side of the 
tree and if possible get a vine with a long shoot. 
Plant it some distance away from the tree and run 
tho shoot underground to the trunk leaving but 
about 6 inches of the top to fasten to it. This is 
so that the root of the vine may be where it can get 
moisture and nourishment, to give it a start. If 
planted close to the trunk it can get neither often- 
times, and dies out, instead of starting. 
The beautiful weeping ash in the illustration has 
been grafted on a quite tall stem, as it often should 
be. It is a common mistake to graft them too low. 
In English cemeteries and public grounds they are 
found on much taller stems than usually seen here. 
I remember some I saw in a cemetery at Newport, 
Isle of Wight, in the summer of 1895, which were 
on stems 12 feet high, and they had splendid spread- 
ing heads 12 feet in diameter. They presented 
beautiful shady retreats, as the branches arched un- 
til their tops reached the ground. And weeping 
lindens and weeping elms were there, and all had 
been grafted not lower than 9 feet. Our nursery- 
men do not graft such trees high enough. As gen- 
erally seen the Kilmarnoch Willow is about 5 feet, 
ash, linden and elm, 6 or 7 feet. Two or three 
feet more added to the length of stem would be a 
decided advantage. To have these trees of the de- 
sired heights, young trees for stocks could be set 
out and after standing a year could be grafted to 
whatever species was desired. 
Joseph Meehan. 
Hardy Woody Vines in Landscaping. 
There is an expression in vines not belonging to 
trees. Yet, without the trees the expression is lost. 
Trees and vines are natural companions. A forest 
without vines appears rigid, lonely, deserted. Vines 
without trees appear a tangled mass of helplessness, 
but open, naked-armed trees, festooned with de- 
pendent, swaying vines forms one of ^the loveliest 
scenes in nature. It expresses the idea of the robust, 
strong, angular character supporting in sacrificial 
love the frail, the dependent, that must fall and per- 
ish without support, and in turn the idea of grateful 
embrace, of grace, of a robe of glory, spread and 
sustained by the tendrils of love, of comfort and 
binding up of the homely in the arms of beauty. 
Some of the most affecting scenes in landscape 
I can recall among the many I have admired in jour- 
neying through great forests, were pieces of country 
roads usually approaching rivers or lakes, lined with 
trees of all sizes and numerous kinds, many of which 
supported canopies of grape vines, with their long, 
pendulous arms swaying to and fro in the breeze, as 
though they were trying to fan us in the sluggish 
air below; others with their old rugged bodies com- 
pletely covered with a sheet of Virginia creeper 
leaves, so glossy and clean, and if in Fall, glowing 
with the richest scarlet and crimson; others dressed 
in the massive, compound, feathery leaves of the 
trumpet creeper, against which, as a background, 
nodded hundreds of the rich orange flowers in clus- 
ter, about which were circling richly hued humming 
birds, ever and anon dipping their tinybills into the 
deep, richly-laden honeycups; others, usually sap- 
plings, dedecked with a crown of the golden clusters 
of bittersweet [Celastj'us scandens), and yet others 
bound round and round with Dutchman’s pipe vines 
[Arisiolochia sipho) and covered thickly with the 
large, heart-shaped, light-green leaves, among which 
peeped the odd flowers. 
.Such passages seemed to me in my reveries like 
some vast concourse of wild, yet friendly, sight-loving 
beings assembled to behold me pass by, and I would 
almost involuntarily lift my hat in recognition of. 
the honor done me, and reverently smile back in 
their joyful faces. 
What a magnificent, appropriate, consoling 
pageantry would such a drive be to lead the way to 
vaults in a cemetery, or down to and along river and 
lake bank in a park! 
How grandly, nobly would it contrast with the 
rigidly artistic, open lawns and upland ways, made 
still more rigid by chiseled tombs and shafts of the 
cemetery, or the brazen figures, monuments and pa- 
godas of the park! 
In addition to such beautiful vine-hung drives 
there are many isolated spots in parks and ceme- 
