110 VOICES FROM THE WOODLANDS. 



And on my trunk's surviving frame 

 Carved many a long-forgotten name. 

 Oh ! by the sighs of gentle sound, 

 First breathed upon this sacred ground ; 

 By all that love has whisper'd here, 

 Or beauty heard with ravish'd ear ; 

 As Love's own altar honour me : 

 Spare, woodman, spare thebeechen tree." 



Campbell. 



Men in old time thought it little less than sacrilege to 

 cut down a tree ; and hence General Spinola commanded 

 his army not to injure the woods that belonged to the 

 Prince of Orange, although his enemy; Xerxes, in like 

 manner, passing through Achera, would not suffer a 

 tree to be despoiled. But now the case is otherwise. 

 The woodcutter, even, in this wild spot, with its rushing 

 waters and majestic foliage, walks leisurely from tree to 

 tree, measuring their girth, and seeming to consider whether 

 or not they may remain till another year. 



Surely the air of cheerfulness that pervades the family 

 of beech, and the readiness with which they adapt them- 



