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[ KNOW a walk where beeches grow — 
1 Where feathered songsters fill the air 
With music sweet, and flowers blow 
Blooming and fair. 
And there I’ve oft with pleasure wooed 
The muses nine in solitude. —Fred. w. Webber. 
QIX: nay, at six in any case 
He could not come! ’tis evening chime, 
And if I reach the trysting place 
Whole hours before the trysting time, 
’Tis not with any hope to see 
Unseemly soon my love appear; 
He is no idle maid like me; 
He has high things to do and bear. 
And not for worlds would I that he 
For love should weakly eager be. 
— Mrs. Eliza S. Randolph. 
QHE starts, for she doth hear 
^ My loving footstep near; 
She turns to bid me stay, 
With cheeks that burn for joy, 
With looks half kind, half coy — 
This is her heart’s sweet way! 
So am I nothing loath, 
But answer oath for oath, 
And linger lovingly 
In silken chains — ma mie! 
— Edward Renaud. 
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jF&CJUS SBluatica. Natural Order: Cufiulij'erce—Oak Family. 
S nothing beautiful escapes the eye of the poet, numerous have 
been the tributes paid to this noble tree. It is lofty and abun- 
dant in the forests of the Eastern States, and not unfrequently 
found throughout all sections of the United States, as well as 
i> in Europe. It grows straight and tall, rising sometimes to 
Vh the height of one hundred feet on the banks of the Ohio, 
with a trunk nine feet in circumference. It has a gray, unbroken bark 
and long, sweeping branches, but not so pendulous as those of the elm, 
and is scarcely equaled by any other tree in the shade it affords. 
Cattle are fond of its leaves in spring, when they are very tender, with 
a slight acid flavor. The nuts are partially triangular, and, though 
troublesome to eat, are sweet and nutritious. A valuable oil, but little 
inferior, it is said, to the olive, can be extracted from them. 
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