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Flowers are fresh, and bushes green,
Cheerily the linnets sing ;
Hope that buds in lover's heart,
Lives not through the scorn of years;
Time shall make the bushes green;
Time dissolve the winter snow;
Blighted love shall never blow! Translated by VISCOUNT STRANGFORD.
LUIS DE CAMÕENS, 1524-1579.
FROM " KVANGELINE,"
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic,
H. W. LONGFELLOW.
Under the greenwood tree
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
There shall he see
There stood the elme, whose shade so mildly dim
walnut loving vales, the mulberry.
WILLIAM BROWX5, 1590-1645. OF THE SEMINARY, AND OF TRANSPLANTING.
FROM "THE SILVA."
Qui Vineas vel Arbustum constituere volet, Seminaria prius facere debebit, was the precept of Columella (de Arb., cap. 1), speaking of vineyards and fruit-trees; and doubtless we can not pursue a better course for the propagation of timber-trees. For though it seem but a trivial design, that one should make a nursery of foresters; yet it is not to be imagined, without the experience of it, what prodigious numbers a very small spot of ground, well-cultivated, and destined for this purpose, would be able to furnish toward the sending forth of yearly colonies into all the naked quarters of a lordship, or demesne; being, with a pleasant industry, liberally distributed among the tenants, and disposed about the hedge-rows, and other waste and uncultivated places for timber, shelter, fuel, and ornament, to an incredible advantage. This being a cheap and laudable work, of so much pleasure in the execution, and so certain a profit in the event, when once well done (for, as I affirmed, a very small plantarium, or nursery, will, in a few years, stock a vast extent of ground), has made me sometimes in admiration at the universal negligence; as well as raised my admiration, that seeds and plants of such different kinds, should, like so many tender babes and infants suck and thrive at the same breasts; though there are some, indeed, will not so well prosper in company, requiring peculiar juices. But this niceness is more conspicuous in flowers and the herbaceous offspring, than in foresters, which require only diligent weeding and frequent cleansing, till they are able to shift for themselves; and as their vessels enlarge and introduce more copious nourishment, they often starve their neighbors.
Join EveLyx, 1628-1706.
The groves of Eden, vanish'd now so long,
Here waving groves a checker'd scant display,
ALEXANDER POPE, 1688-17 H.
In a glade of Hainhault forest, in Essex, about a mile from Barkinside, stands an oak, which has been known through many centuries by the name of Fairlop. The traditions of the country trace it half way up the Christian era. It is still a noble tree, though it has now suffered greatly from the depredations of time. About a yard from the ground, where its rough, fluted stem is thirty-six feet in circumference, it diviides into eleven arms; yet not in the horizontal manner of an oak, but rather in that of a beech. Beneath its shade, which overspreads an area of three hundred feet in circuit, an annual fair has long been held, on the 2d of July; and no booth is suffered to be erected beyond the extent of its boughs. But as their extremities are now become sapless, and age is yearly curtailing their length, the liberties of the fair seem to be in a despon ling con lition. The honor however is great. But honors are often accompanied with inconveniences; and Fairlop bas suffered