AMERICAN ELM. 
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taste and attention of the many admirers of this old and venerable friem 
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Hail to the Elm! the brave old Elm ! 
Our last lone forest tree, 
Whose limbs outstand the lightning's brand 
For a brave old Elm is he ! 
For fifteen score of full told years 
He has borne his leafv prime, 
Yet he holds them well, and lives to tell 
His tale of the olden time! 
Then hail to the Elm ! the green-topp'd Elm ' 
And long may his brandies wave 
For a relic is he, the gnarl'd old tree, 
Of the times of the good and brave. 
The weary hunter from the chase 
Rested beneath his shade ; 
In the twilight pale the lover's tale 
Was told the dark-hair'd maid! 
And gath'ring from the mountain sides 
When roused the braves to war, 
Like a banner he, the old Elm tree, 
Waved on the sight afar. 
When echo from the eastern heights 
Told of old Bunker's hill, 
And mustering thick, while hearts beat quick, 
Were men of nerve and will. 
The old tree reared his crested top, 
Like a warrior bold and free, 
An emblem true to each yeoman's view 
Of death or victory. 
The good old days of winter drear, 
The sleigh-ride and the ball, 
The good old times, when New Year's chimes 
Sent cheer to cot and hall ; 
When music light, and glances bright 
Made Christmas evenings gay, 
He welcom'd them, the hale ofd Elm, 
With his branches sere and gray. 
But they are gone, those good old times, 
No Christmas days remain ; 
Gone too each man of the stalwart van 
In the churchyard all are lain; 
Each hoary head in his narrow bed 
Hath gather'd him to rest. 
Yet still waveth he, the old Elm tree, 
A canopy over the blest. 
Then hail to the Elm ! the brave old Elm ! 
Our last lone forest tree ! 
And long may he wear, that his kindly care 
O'er our children's children be I 
To the extreme regret of the citizens of Pittsfield, especially of those who were 
born under its shade, this tree was struck by lightning on the 3Uth of June, 1841, 
by which a broad strip of bark was rent from the entire length of tin* trunk. 
Measures were immediately taken to repair the injury, by the application of ;i 
plastic compound, but some of the branches begin to exhibit marks "I decay, 
and it is feared that this noble relic of antiquity is fast approaching its final dis- 
solution. 
THE HATFIELD ELM. 
The largest Ulmus americana we have on record, stood, until a few years 
since, in the town of Hatfield, in Massachusetts, near the river Connecticut. 
The girth of its trunk, at a yard above the ground, was thirty-four feet, and 
twenty-four and a half feet at five feet above. There was a cut in the trunk 
about four feet above the ground, which popular tradition says was made by 
the tomahawk of an Indian, for the greatest use of the water ever known in 
the above-named river. 
