THE TRIBES 01 1 AN OAK. 



' While out the hollowed root, with sweets iulaide, 

 The murmuring bee her daintie hoarde hetray'de ; 

 Its stun lie side did brave the nippinge winde, 

 Where many a creepinge ewe moughte gladlie reste. 

 Warm comforte here to all and everie kinde, 

 "Where hunge the leaf, well sprint with honey-dew, 

 Whence dropt their cups, the gamboling fame knew." 



\\'E have ascended to a lofty eminence, whence, as a spectator 

 of London looking from the summit of St. Paul's, we are 

 taking a bird's-eye view over a populous city. In the high- 

 ways swarm a motley multitude, passing and repassing, some 

 on. business, others on pleasure. Some are employed in the 



