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been written on them. Gilpin's Forest Scenery, Wood- 

 land Gleanings, and The Spirit of the Woods, are among 

 those which must be read by all with delight and instruction. 

 The flowers of timber trees are for the most part catkins, 

 without beauty, and borne at that very early season of the year 

 when fireside pleasures are more in request than those which 

 lead to outdoor rambles. The frequency of the more com- 

 mon, and their general appearance, makes them pretty well 

 known, thus the Hazel Nut and the Apple Tree, the Cherry 

 and the Plum need but little description. The Timber Trees 

 also are known to every gardener and husbandman, and although 

 to ask such persons to point out particular kinds is scarcely 

 consistent with science, yet space will not permit each to be 

 described here. Besides the ab ove-mentioned we have five or 

 six species of the Elm, also the Sycamore, the Maple, the Ash, 

 the Medlar, the Mountain Ash, the Lime or Linden Tree, the 

 Alder, the Box, the Beech, the Chesnut, the Hornbeam, no 

 less than seventy species of the Willow, the dark and gloomy 

 Pine and Bonny Birch, the King and Queen of Scottish 

 Scenery ; for as Miss Twamley observes, 



" The lofty Pine crowns Scotland hills, 



Nor recks the Winter's blast, 



His root clings firmly to the rock, 



Like an anchor stout and fast. 



" The Pine is King of Scottish Woods, 



And the Queen, ah, who is she ? 

 The fairest form the forest kens, 

 The bonnie Birchen Tree. 



" God crowns the tree with loveliness, 



A bonnie Queen to be. 

 Queen of the Glens in old Scotland, 

 The bonnie Birchen Tree." Our Wild Flower. 



The knotted Oak, England's boasted tree, with which our 

 noblemen adorn their parks, and which, after ages of growth,, 

 yields that tough and almost imperishable timber so valuable 

 in the construction of our machinery and our shipping. 



" From a small acorn see the oak arise. 

 Supremely tall and towering to the skies, 

 King of the groves, his stately form he rears, 

 His bulk increasing with increasing years, 

 Now moves in pomp majestic o'er the deep, 

 While in the hulk Britannia's thunders sleep, 

 With fame and conquest graces Albion's shore, 

 And guards the Island where he grew before, 1 ' 



