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a Ck in the pains and pleasures of the present age. 
hile: hy, The stormy winds sometimes strive for the 
meting bai mastery over this monarch of the forest ; at first 
Mel Tih (, he murmurs only, but soon a dull, deep, melan- 
Me psf, 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, 

