TREES I HAVE MET.
The editor of the smallest of Quarterlies, The Tree Lovers, has just published a tiny and dainty pamphlet called "Trees I Have Met" (De La More Press). His pen and pencil, both very attractively wielded, have done and are doing, much to promote the work of the "Men of the Trees." Now the frontispiece of his pamphlet is " the Lady with the hundred lamps," a horse chestnut in blossom, the peer of any in the popular avenue of Chestnut Sunday. But this glory specially selected for admiration by Canon Lonsdale Ragg is a mere baby to a chestnut that has missed its popularity but should be one of the most famous of British trees. It is a horse chestnut with a historical record going back to the Tudors and has attained a size that I have never seen approached. The short immense trunk supports a good score of boughs or lesser trunks, of which some rise to an immense height and some spread to a great width. She is a lady with twenty hundred lamps that shine at Abingdon Lodge, near
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