THE TEIBES OF AN OAK. 



" While out the hollowed root, with sweets inlaide, 

 The murmuring bee her daintie hoarde betray' de ; 

 Its sturdie side did brave the nippinge winde, 

 Where many a creepinge ewe mought 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 fairie knew." 



have ascended to a lofty eminence, whence, as a spectator 



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



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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 



