PARK AND CEMETERY 
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To wait until choice novelties are cheap, means a 
loss of many seasons of the grandest production ever 
seen. Our parks and cemeteries should have kept 
abreast of the times and had these water lilies to be 
seen by the public in their highest and best cultural 
conditions years ago. I mentioned before that blue 
water lilies could be had as well as the hardy Nym- 
phaeas. 
I find that these succeed under conditions adverse 
to the night blooming Nymphaeas, in fact all the day 
flowering tender Nymphaeas may be grown to ad- 
vantage out of doors. Select the plants and grow on 
indoors or with some means of protection until safe to 
plant out-doors. The larger and stronger the plants 
tire better the results. Of course these have to be re- 
planted every year. 
Hawthorns in the Landscape. 
By Jens Jensen. 
Bordering the open prairie or skirting the meadows 
one invariably finds the hawthorns (Crataegus) singly 
or in groups. 
They, together with the crab apple (Pyrus coronaria) 
and wild Plum (Prunus americana), are the making 
of such a landscape ; this quiet, peaceful and simple, 
yet wonderfully inspiring scene is characteristic of the 
plains of the temperate zones. 
Their low spreading heads, their almost horizontal 
branches, melt into the broad, level stretche’s and 
teach us a lesson in the composition of landscape. 
Harmonious and beautiful in outlines ; exhilarating 
and inspiring during the flowering period, and pictur- 
esque and captivating when covered with myriads of 
vividly-colored fruits, nature has performed this work 
in a masterly manner. 
Beauty and simplicity are inseparable. No June 
bride was ever more beautifully adorned than the 
meadows wreathed with the white blossoms of the 
hawthorn. 
We may roam in Italian gardens and French prom- 
enades, but Nature helps the gardener that values and 
feels the masterly art portrayed in this landscape. The 
May-day meadow, brightened by countless phloxes and 
framed so modestly by hawthorn, crab apple, wild 
plum, black haw and dogwood, or in autumn, when 
field and forest are afire, how well the scarlet berries' 
of the hawthorn fit into the glorious mixture of golden 
rod, maple and oak. Later in the season, when snow 
and ice have covered brook and meadow,. the gray- 
colored bark of the hawthorn gently softens the dark, 
gloomy forest edge, forming a happy union of wood 
and meadow. 
But with all the soft and mellow lines due its char- 
acter, there is strength, tenacity and durability in its 
general make-up. No wonder that the hawthorn is 
found among the forerunners and pioneers of the for- 
est. He is one of those children of our landscape that 
give it national character ; yet — how deplorable — like 
the aborigines, almost despised. 
In the illustration, the meadow was made and the 
hawthorn introduced. 
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