Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1873-06-25

Of the air, become racu01s, which mois-
turc from the soil and through the roots Of
the tree rushes up to fl But If these
laws Of mechanical forces can so send mois-
turo up the trunk Of tree, they cannot
change il there to constituent libres Of the
tree itself; vital affinity, and vital
process, too, is essential to make this mois-
ture part Of It's growth and being II is
only this vital affinity that can account for
the difference in the sap Of different trees,
as bave stated before. AZ fact OBJ
served, we may note that the sap Of trees
generally asccnds in the wood between what
is termed the heart Of the tree and the
bark although it circuates in less amount
through all the body Of the tree retaining
is vitality, as the blood Of animals circu.
lates through the entire animal system.
The bark Of trees seems to expand in early
summer, aud to set loosely around the
trunk, aud the space Of this expansion dlls
up from year to year with layer or belt
Of new wood, thus forming the year circles
indicating the years the tree has lived.
Some naturalists make the sap to descend
through this space between the wood and
the bark, and to deposit there the material
Of woody fibre, distinguishing as between
artcrial and venous blood in animals. If
we cannot 60 back Of the Mosaic record as
to the origin Of trees, their species and
phenomena, and if all we know Of them is
better told in this earliest history, we may
conclude that trees we're a part of the
original creation, both in their species and
varieties; and though not then fully grown.
they were as perfect 10 all their parts and
elements then as now. fud no basis in
nature or fact, for the assertion that man
grew up from a shel.fsh origin, nor that
trees have their originals in the Iichens of
the frozen zone They are Gods handi.
work. lie made them at FIRST, and with
them adorned His own Eden, and they still
add beauty TO His creation.
In conclusion, recte the lines of Alice
Carey, on the " Dim Old Forest"
ofall the beautiful pictures
That hang on memor,'s wall.
j. one Of a dear Old forest,
That seemcth best OF nlif
Not Tor H. gnared oaks odcn,
Dark with the mistlotoc,
Not for the vulcts golden,
That sprinkle the vale below
Not for the milk-whito lilies
That lean from the fragrant hedge
Coquetting all day with the suubtnms,
And stealing their golden edge
Not for the vines on the upland
Where the bright red berries rect.
Nor the pinks, uor the pale sect cOwslip,
1t seeneth TO me the best.
once had little brother
With eyes that were dark ami deep
In the lap Of that oldon forest
lie licth 10 peace aseeps
Light as the down OF tho thistle
Free a. the winds that blow.
We roved there the beautiful summers
The summers Of long ago.
But his feet on the hills grew weary
And In one OF the autumn ewes
made for my little brother
he'd Of the yellow leaves.
Sweetly his pale arms folded
My neck in a meek embrace
As the light Of immortal beauty
silently covered his face;
And when the arrows Of sunset
Lodged In the tTec-tOps bright,
He fell, In his saint-like beauty,
Asleep by the gates Of light.
Therefore, Of all the pictures
That hang on memuryis wall,
The one Of the dim old iorest
seemoth the best of all.