The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1858-02-25

young heir of Beaurepaire, climbing for a
ravens nestto the top of this tree, whose crown
was much loftier than now, lost his footing and
fell, and died at the foot of the tree. And his
mother, in her anguish, babe them cut down
the tree that had killed her boy. But the Baron
her husbandl refused, and said, what in the
English Of the day would run thus: {" Ytte vs.
enough that lose mine sonnet will not alsoe
lose mine Tre." In the male, the solid senti.
ment of the proprietor outweighed the tempo
rary irritation Of the parent. Then the mother,
we are told, bought fifteen ellis of black velvet,
and stretched rall from the knights Dough
across the west side to another branch, and
cursed the hand that should remove il, and she
herself "wolde never pass the Ire. neither 80.
ing or coming, but went still about"
And when she died, and should have been
carried past the tree to the park, her doctor did
cry from a window 70 the bearers, "Goe about
goe about I" and they went about, and all the
company. And in time the velvet pail rotted.
and was torn and driven away rapids ludibria
uentis. And when the hand of nature, and no
human hand, had thus Aouted and dispersed
the trsppings Of the mothers grief, two pieces
were picked up and preserved among the fam
lily relics and the black velvet had turned q
rusty red. So the Baroness did nothing new in
this family, when che hung her chaplet on the
knights Dough. And in fact on the west side,
about eighteen feet from the ground, there still
mouldered one corner of an achievement an
heir of Beaurepai'e had nailed there two CEN
turtles before, when his predecessor died. "For
said he) the chateau ID of yesterday, but the
tree has seen US all come and CO." The inside
OF the tree was clean gone; it was hollow as a
gum; not eight inches thick in any part; aud
on it's east side yawned assure as high as a
nvxI hxA L n
to wheel his wheelbarrow into the tree at a
trot, and there leave it In spite of excavation
and mutilation, not life only, but vigor, dwet
in this wooden shell. The extreme ends of the
longer boughs were frewood, touchwood, and
the crown was gone, time out of mind. But
narrow the circle very fttle, to where the in
domtable trunk could still shoot sap from its
cruise deep In earth, in there on every side
burst the green leaves in sum mer, countless as
the sand. The leaves carved centuries ago from
these very models, though cut in stone, were
most of them mouldered, blunted notched, de.
formed but the delicate types came back with
every summer, perfect and lovely as when the
tree was their elder brother, and greener than
ever. For from what cause Nature only kuows)
the leaves were many shades deeper and richer
than any other tree could show for q hundred
miles round-a deep green, fiery, yet soft. And
then their multitude the etarcases of foil
age, as you looked up the tree, and could scarce
catch glimpse of the sky-sn inverted abyss
OF color, mound, a dome, of fake emeralds,
that quivered in the golden air.
And now the sun sets; the green leaves are
black; the moon rises her cold light shoots
across onekalf that giant stem.
How solemn and calm stands the great round
tower of living wood, half eboay, half silver,
with its mighty cloud above of fake Jet leaves,
tpged with frosty fire at one edgel
Now is the still hour to repeat in a whisper
the words of the dame of Beaurepaire--" Y GU
were here before US you will be here when we
are gone"
Let US leave the hoary king of trees stand
ing IN the moonlight calmly defyng time; and
let US follow the creatures of a day, since what
they were we are-Reade's " Whue Lies"
fES IVY SssaM pssRf The American papers
from an English correspondent, nasseffhs
that the laureate is confirmed victim to OPT.
UNI, together with other remarks of an obvious
ly malevolent spirit upon his personal appear
ance. which is styled groes and sensual, of an
African type, &c. AS we had expected, the
report is now emphaticaliy contradicted. A
correspondent of one of the daily journals
writes Of him " He has never meddled at all
with the deadly delight of Turks and China
men," The same correspondent also refers to
the poets shyness of publicity and wood-cut
engravers:
He lives in kind of mortal fear Of tie H.
Illustrated Neacs, and is to the very core of him
kinsman of those Elizabethan men who loved
30 to lock themselves up with their friends in
sly and happy corners, where
All their great hearts sherris warmed,
They flashed their random speeches,
Before the tribe of Ana swarmed
Those literary leeches!n