Generally we read what horticulturists write, perhaps for a whole life time, without being able to detect the political or theological opinions of the writers. But in an address by one of our distinguished forestry advocates, describing a scene in the Rocky Mountains we read :

" While contemplating these noble trees, we suddenly came upon a scene of appalling desolation. Upon a tract of many square miles in extent, as far as the eye could reach in every direction over many thousands of acres, there was not a living tree to be seen. All, all were standing bare, stark and stiff in death, their tall, dead trunks blackened by fire, except where time had come to their relief and stripped off the bark, leaving the bare poles that stood beside the way like shivering ghosts in purgatory, waiting until the storms of years should come to their relief and prostrate them to the earth that bore them, when they would at length gradually •crumble into mold to renovate the soil, which had been deprived of all its humus by the fierce flames".

By this we see that in our friend's view of purgatory it has a remarkably cool climate.