THE OAK. 



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It is impossible to read these lines, quaint and 

 simple as they are, without being conscious of senti- 

 ments of respect towards the benevolent spirit by 

 which they are dictated ; and under that impression 

 the very trees themselves seem to rise in prouder 

 majesty, to fan the air more gracefully, and to offer 

 a more refreshing shade, in grateful tribute to the 

 memory of him by whose hand they were planted. 



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