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done much for our island, art has done more. Look at the countless numbers employed in our manufactories, at the ships employed to transport them when finished, and at the wealth our commerce diffuses through the globe. Our principal manufactures are hard-ware and cutlery, for which we have long been famous, broad cloth, and every description of clothing. These we export in great quantities to foreign nations, and receive in return the richest silks, the most costly spices, and the most luxurious wines. The merchant of England is certainly as serviceable as any person in his way; and it is no small honour to our country to reflect, that while our vessels convey our produce to distant shores, and assert the dominion of Britain over countries of more than five times her bulk, they also convey the glad tidings of salvation to the remotest corners of the earth. Never let us forget that England was the first to crush the pest of mankind, the Slave Trade; yet while we exult in the religious and civil superiority of our country, let us remember of whom it is that we enjoy this pre-eminence, and lend a helping hand to others less favoured. And, in conclusion, I would entreat my young readers to remember, that though it is perhaps too much the fashion to depreciate our country and desert it for others whose climate is superior, or whose productions are richer, yet that we may justly say in the words of our delightful poet

« Let India boast her plants, nor envy we
The weeping amber or the balmy tree;
While by our oaks those precious loads are borne,
And realms defended, which those trees adorn.

EUGENIA. (To be continued.)

DESCRIPTION OF BRITISH TREES.

No. XIII. Quick-beam, or Mountain Ash-Sorbus. The Sorbus, Quicken, Service or Roan-tree, for it bears all these names, is still better known to us by the name of the Mountain Ash; but it is not connected in class or in character with the Fraxinus, Common Ash-tree. This tree is more likely to attract our attention in the berry even than in the flower, which is very beautiful, and surrounded with leaves of remarkable elegance. Few trees of the forest are so splendid as this, when in the Autumn the large branches of berries are of the brightest red, and the leaves assume a tint scarcely less brilliant.

“ It rises to a reasonable stature, shoots upright and slender, and consists of a fine smooth bark. It delights to be both in mountains and woods, and to fix itself in good light ground. Besides the use of it, for the husbandmau's tools, goads, &c., the wheelwright commends it for being all heart; if the tree be large and so well growo, as some there are, it will saw into planks, boards, and timber; our Fletchers commend it for bows next to Yew, which we ought not to pass over, for the glory of our once English ancestors : in a statute of Henry VIII. you have it mentioned. It is excellent fuel, but I have not yet observed any other use, save that the blossoms are of an agreeable scent, and the berries such a tempting bait for Thrushes, that as long as they last, you shall be sure of their company. Ale and beer, brewed from these berries, being ripe, is an incomparable drink, familiar in Wales, where this tree is reputed so sacred, that there is not a church-yard without one of them planted in it, as among us the Yew. So on a certaió day in the year, every body religiously wears a cross made of the wood; and the tree is by some authors called Fraxinus Cambro-Britannica; reputed to be a preser. vative against fascination and evil spirits; whence, perhaps, we call it Witchen, the boughs being stuck about the house, or the wood used for walking staves.”_EVELYN.

“ In former times this tree was supposed to be possessed of the property of driving away witches and evil spirits; and this property is recorded in a very ancient song.

Their spells were vain. The hags returned
To the queen in sorrowful mood,
Crying that witches have no power

Where there is a Roan-tree wood. “This tree will grow upon any soil, strong or light, moist or dry. It will flourish on mountains or in woods; and is never affected by

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the severity of the weather, being extremely hardy. When loaded with fruit, it makes a most delightful appearance. There is another variety of this species of Service, that grows naturally in the south of France, in Italy, and in most of the southern countries of Europe, where its fruit is served up as a dessert.”-HUNTER.

“ The wood is suft, tough, and solid-excellent for hoops and for bows next to yew. It is converted into tables, spokes for wheels, shafts, chains, &c. The roots are formed into handles for knives and wooden spoons. The berries dried and reduced to powder, make wholesome bread, and an ardent spirit may be distilled from them, which has a fine flavour, but it is small in quantity. The berries too, infused in water, make an acid liquor soinething like Perry, which is drunk by the poorer people in Wales. This tree appears to have been highly esteemed by the Druids, and is still found more frequently than any other in the neighbourhood of Druidical circles in the Scotch Highlands. Dr. Pulteney informs us that even in these more enlightened times, the natives of the north believe in the efficacy of a small branch carried about them as a charm against witchcraft and enchantment. In one part of Scotland the sheep and lambs are on May Day made to pass through a hoop of Roan-wood.”

WITIERING.

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HYMNS AND POETICAL RECREATIONS.

Come, for all things are now ready.-LUKE xiv. 17.
My soul, and why art thou so sad,

In moments that should seem so blest,
When He who spreads his bridal feast,

Has welcomed thee, his happy guest?

Why stand thus gazing on the door,

And listing to the storm without ?
In shelter here, and safe from harm,

Its menaces can reach thee not.

His canopy is o'er thy head

His mantle is about thy breast-
What would'st thou more?. The board is spread-

Why not sit down and be at rest?

What would I more? O pardon, Lord,

That yet content I seat me not-
The angry storm is raging loud,

And those I love are till without.

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