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first time in England our hard-maple. It was a 

 spindling thing, looking as if it had suffered much 

 from fever and ague or rheumatism ; but it was plea- 

 sant to see it admitted into a larger fellowship of trees 

 than our New England soil ever bore. On a green, 

 lawn-faced slope, at the turning of the principal walk, 

 there was a little tree a few feet high enclosed in by a 

 circular wire fence. It was planted by the Princess of 

 Wales on a visit of the royal pair to Studley soon after 

 their marriage. The fair Dane left her card, in this 

 way, to the old Abbey, which began to rise upon 

 its foundations soon after the stalwart Danish sove- 

 reign of England fell at the Battle of Hastings. Will 

 any one of her posterity ever bear his name and sit 

 upon the throne he vacated for that bloody grave ? 

 No ! she will remember a better name at the font. 

 The day and the name of the Harolds, Williams, 

 Henrys, Charles's, and Greorges are over and gone 

 forever. ALBERT THE GOOD has estopped that succes- 

 sion ; and England, doubtless, for centuries to come, 

 will wear that name and its memories in her crown. 



After spending a few hours at Studley Park, I 

 returned to Eipon and went on to Thirsk, where I 

 spent the Sabbath with a friend. The next day he 

 drove me over to Rievaulx Abbey, which was the 

 mother of Fountain Abbey. On the way to it we 



