Catharine Maria Sedgwick,
Letters from Abroad to Kindred at Home…
(1841)
“ M. has gone off to leave ours at Captain Hall's door, and then he will leave his card at ours, and there the matter will end. We have been walking over the town, over the ramparts, and through some fine gravelled avenues shaded with elms. Don't fancy our elms, with their drooping embowering branches—no, nothing so beautiful—but what we call the English elm, with its upright, stiff stem. ”
