The Rev. Henry Ward Beecher thus letteth himself out on something in some "fat" catalogues: "Nobody has the tree I want except in their catalogue, and then, when I send for it it dodges out of that. Does nobody keep it? Is there any such thing? Or is it a myth, - a mere arboreal sprite, without a local habitation, and only a name?

"I am told - but rapidly am coming to disbelieve - that it grows wild, in New Jersey, in Pennsylvania. Oh, if it were only true! I might set a trap for one - or offer a premium - or send an exploring expedition. But, no. It may exist as a Berkleyion idea, but not in substance - wood, bark, leaf and cone.

"Oh this bother about trees! When men have, at length, a home, it is too small for trees. If a large enough ground exists the owner doesn't know anything about trees - doesn't care. If he does care he can't get them. Nobody has them - except catalogues. If I could only make my trees grow as catalogues do! Frost don't blight, nor heat burn them. They are gardens of Eden till you try them, and then they turn to barren and waste.

"Well ! I feel better.

" Sometime or other don't you want a list of trees which prove hardy at Peekskill? After they have grown a few years I am going to advertise that my grounds are open and at the service of all gentlemen who wish to see, in good size and condition, the more rare trees, and those which prove hardy. I have thirty species of pine."