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«« All crimes shall cease, and ancient frauds shall fail, 
Returning Justice lift aloft her scale; 
Peace o’er the world her olive wand extend, 
And white-rob’d Innocence from heaven descend.” 
And again with similar allusions in his “ Windsor Fo¬ 
rest.” In Prior’s “ Solomon,” are the following beauti¬ 
fully expressive lines: — 
The winds fall silent, and the waves decrease, 
The dove brings quiet, and the olive peace.” 
But nowhere is the olive more touchingly alluded to 
than in these stanzas by a living author, whose lyre, we 
could wish, were oftener tuned to such strains: — 
“ Oh ! who could bear life’s stormy doom, 
Did not thy wing of love 
Come brightly wafting through the gloom, 
Our peace-branch from above? 
Then sorrow, touched by thee, grows bright 
With more than rapture’s ray: 
As darkness shows us worlds of light 
We never saw by day.” 
We must now, however, leave the poetical notices of 
this tree, of which, perhaps, we have been too lavish, 
and give a sketch of its history in prose. The olive, 
as we have already stated, was held in the highest 
