In his fine, large estate, on Ash street, Mr. Stetson showed his love for nature, by gathering many of the most beautiful trees and shrubs. In his hothouses, he has grown many strange and curious forms of vegetation,—oranges, figs, bananas, century plants, lovely orchids from far corners of the world, and lordly palms. There is something pleasant in the thought, even in the solemn presence of death, that he was privileged to live his best years amid such beautiful surroundings, and there die at last at an age to which few men attain.
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[p. 47] have viewed the locality as it now is, and in which he would have been interested.
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Medford, MA. 1912.
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