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PARK AND CEMETERY. 
than clumps of lilies, come upon at unexpeeted 
turns. 
Among plants with dark green foliage white 
lilies are beacon lights. Their bloom time is not 
over six weeks, but they retire from bloom just in 
the rush of summer flowers, particularly the riot of 
June roses, and so beautiful are they, that when 
planted in numbers enabling them to create the ef- 
fect of profusion, it ij common to hear references 
made to “the time the lilies were in bloom.” 
The difference in a few white lilies and in many 
massed in groups, borders or beds is material. The 
more the better for fine effect. Hundreds of lilies in 
full bloom is a scene of delicacy, enhanced by the 
numbers. Doubting the dream like, magical effect 
of so many together, try to be in New Orleans in 
the month of May, and pass down some of the prin- 
cipal residence streets, oi visit the City, Audubon, 
or other parks, either in the day-time or by the 
electric lights, and see the white lilies blooming by 
hundreds. To be sure, anyone flower in profusion, 
may for a time, exclude other kinds, but these lil- 
ies only bloom for a few weeks, making room then 
for other flowers. To do them justice plant as many 
bulbs as is convenient regarding means and room 
for them to grow. Plant them by dozens; plant 
them by hundreds and see what you see. 
G. T. Drcnnan. 
THE OUT-SIDE CEMETERIES OF SAN FRANCISCO. 
Here they are the new cemeteries, spread out 
on gently sloping ground at the base of a beautiful 
range of hills back of them, overtowered by masses 
of rock richly tinted in the hues of a setting sun. 
They are seven in number, like the hills of the eter- 
nal city, and differing as the homes of the living are 
the cities of the dead. Lines of utility, with abso- 
lutely no display of the beautiful, are run over 
ground which might have been made subservient to 
gentle curves of natural ascent. Here harsh lines 
with rigid corners, there a stretch of rows which 
force out of shape the undulating ground. And 
while in these several instances w'e are confronted 
with what was perhaps dictated by business meth- 
ods, directed by those who were never favored with 
the sweet influence of seeing the useful accomplished 
through artistic means, we also find any number of 
attempts to accomplish just this end in places where 
it is almost uncalled for. If I combine circles and 
straight lines to lay out figures and ornaments, I 
certainly ought to be, influenced through more 
powerful demands than the direction of wishes and 
whims. Should not the range of mountains back 
and in front of me, beheld wherever I stand, be 
the all controlling factor? And small as the soul 
feels of him who properly takes in the sublime ef- 
fect and the noble task expected of him, so ought 
his work to be nothing but a subservient feature in 
the entire landscape. 
Therefore let us cast aside criticism and c( m- 
parison and dwell only upon the tract where the 
true idea has been most properly conceived and 
carried out. I speak of Cypress Lawn Cemetery, 
the only resting place of those gone from us which 
approaches the proper spirit and reaches the sought 
for ends in acceptable ways, — ways that meet 
recognized demands. 
Old Eucalyptus trees are scattered over the 
ground and the wind sings mournful songs over the 
1 iwn beneath. Monuments here and there have 
been erected, and if they are not what we wish 
them to be, they are restricted in number, limited 
in size, and hardly any at all impress us as more 
than mere proofs of affection of those left to com- 
memorate the dear ones gone before. No matter 
where you step, a uniform spread of lawn extends 
as far as your eye reaches. Step aside from the 
driveway and nothing but swath of green seems to 
occupy the area. The communicating roads are 
sunk in and the slopes made to correspond with 
their meanderings. No path is c.ut through though 
they are on the map and reserved in space for all 
time to come. 
And as we behold grand structures of granite 
and marble, and almost fail to detect the least in- 
dication where plots and single lots are separated, 
it occurs to us that here is perfected the true spirit 
in which we should approach the work of providing 
for our dead. 
We see and feel this the more as we were ruth- 
lessly insulted at one of these cemeteries by the 
fact of areas being set aside for those true to a 
church and those supposed to be faithless to its de- 
mands. Nature is more gentle in her ways. It has 
spread wild flowers of true colors on those little 
mounds, and cool and forgiving is the rest even 
there where man’s disturbing influence tries to con- 
tinue the struggle of this heartless battle even after 
the eternal slumber. And as nature over there, so 
gentle management here. Sod, and nothing but 
sod, for rich for poor, for gentle, for cruel, undis- 
turbed as the slumber into which they have silently 
fallen. 
Let us learn then from this instance that under 
ground we at least can obliterate the lines which 
restricted us in life, and that while offering to all 
the democratic associations of a common burying 
ground, we have for them, plain to all, but one 
comforting spread of lawn, the material with which 
nature redeems the most cruel scenes of unharmo- 
nizing effects. 
Geo. Hansen. 
