156 Gilpin's foeest scenery. 



In this fallen state alone, it is true, the tree 

 becomes the basis of England's glory. Though 

 we regret its fall, therefore, we must not repine, 

 but address the children of the wood as the 

 gallant Oak, on his removal from the forest, is 

 said to have addressed the scion by his side : — 



' Where thy great grandsire spread his awful shade, 

 A holy druid mystic circles made. 

 Myself a sapling, when thy grandsire hore 

 Intrepid Edward to the Gallic shore. 

 Me now my country calls ; Adieu, my son, 

 And as the circling years in order run, 

 May'st thou, renown'd, the forest's hoast and pride. 

 Victorious in some future contest ride.' 



Nobody, that I know, has more pathetically 

 lamented the fall of trees than the elegant Vanier. 

 Whoever has a taste for the subject will be 

 gratified by the following quotation : — 



' Neque enim villis accedere major 

 Possit honos, densa quam nuhilus arbore lucus. 

 Sylvarum studiosa, suos cum Gallia quondam 

 Vix aleret cives, patria migi-are relicta, 

 Atque peregrinos alio deferre penates 

 Maluit, excisis victum quam quterere sylvis. 

 Hsec uhi jam nemorum reverentia tanta, hipennes 

 TJt teneat t nostros uhi grandior ulla per agros 

 Quercus ad annosam, ferri secura, senectam 



