“Still grows the vivacious lilac a generation after the door and lintel and the sill are gone, unfolding its sweet-scented flowers each spring, to be plucked by the musing traveller; planted and tended once by children’s hands, in front-yard plots,- now standing by wall sides in retired pastures, and giving place to new-rise forests;- the last of that stirp, sole survivor of that family” (286).