LETTERS ON TREES. 



LETTER 1. 



As the days of a Tree, are tlie days of my People," 

 Les Jours de mon Peuple egaleront les Jours des Arbres/' 



Isaiah Ixt. 22. 



March 10, 1854. 



My Dear Sons, 



1. The Winter is gone, and Spring is come again. 

 The Sun, ''hke a giant refreshed with sleep," is again 

 putting forth his strength ; and under his influence, as 

 the instrument of Him who made and still upholdeth 

 all things, " the earth is again rising as from her 

 grave into life and beauty." What season more fit- 

 ting to take up our favourite subject — the Trees, and 

 to pursue those speculations regarding their natural 

 longevity and size, and likewise regarding their real 

 nature, which have so often, in the fields and by the 

 fireside, formed the subject of our casual conversation. 

 The buds on manj^ sorts of trees are already swelling, 

 and the sap in the immediate vicinitj^ of the buds is 



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