OAK, 
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in the pains and pleasures of the present age. 
The stormy winds sometimes strive for the 
mastery over this monarch of the forest; at first 
he murmurs only, hut soon a dull, deep, melan¬ 
choly sound issues from his sturdy branches. 
You listen and fancy that you hear an indistinct, 
mysterious voice speaking from the tree; which 
furnishes a clue to the ancient superstitions that 
prevailed respecting it. 
