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shade! But fate denied him the bliss of that old armchair invitingly
placed beneath its spreading boughs and the longed-for companion¬
ship of his own adored family, except on rare occasions.
When the Government appealed to patriotic Americans for cer¬
tain woods to be used in the construction of ships during the World
War, this walnut tree was generously offered by Mrs. Coghill, and
her offer was accepted. Fortunately, however, when the inspector
came to see if it was available, he was so struck with its magnificence
that he recommended that it be held in reserve for a last call. The
signing of the Armistice shortly after that saved the old tree from
being commandeered.
Beyond the walnut tree is the old flower garden, radiant still
with old-time favorites. In the fresh, sweet spring of the year,
snowballs, lilacs, peonies, tulips, violets and jonquils vie with each
other in perfection of bloom. And then when summer comes,
-geraniums, verbenas, phlox, mignonette. Everywhere, and during
all the blossoming season, nearly all seasons, roses scent the air with
their sweet fragrance.
The old plank fence in the rear, and the locust trees, half dead
with age, support the strong and vigorous trumpet flower. Ihe
long serpentine brick-paved path, with its carpet of moss, which
leads to the old kitchen of other days, adds a mellow note to the
harmony of the garden, which, in the summer of today, is a joy
to all who behold it.
In a lecture delivered at the laying of the cornerstone for the
Maury monument in Richmond, Professor A. B. Chandler said:
‘‘He belonged to that very small circle of consummate masters in
the field of research to whom every advanced nation is largely in¬
debted for its present expanded commercial life..... His work
was not local but universal; not transient, but permanent; not bene¬
fiting a few, but all the earth. . . . He is, in truth, the father
of the science of meteorology, and has been so recognized in all
the world, save his native land. . . . Born within ten miles of
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