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aA Onn Tee PoroMac AnD: RA? PA WANN O CK shade! But fate denied him the bliss of that old armchair invitingly placed beneath its spreading boughs and the longed-for companionship of his own adored family, except on rare occasions. When the Government appealed to patriotic Americans for certain 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 indebted for its present expanded commercial life..... His work was not local but universal; not transient, but permanent; not benefiting 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 baad