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Show Th Glory of Trees. The national pride of America in it giant trees is well founded. If the giants of our own woods appeal to us as an embodiment of magr.ificence, what must be the impression created by this hall of columns, in which each equals in height the spire of a cathedral ani has 6tood through ages of whose duration dura-tion the years of the oak are an inconsiderable incon-siderable fraction? These California giants lack one element of impressive-ness. impressive-ness. They have no associations other than those which their size conjures up. Human fancy has never played with j their mighty forms. So far as is known no human eyes have watched the ages of their growth. They have no place in ihe 6tory of nations. They have built no temples and furnished no navie9 They have no place in story. They were found alone in the wilderness, as the Siberian fur hunter found the ice cased mammoth, in a world of their own. To the mind of the educated west the groves of the cedars of Lebanon would appeal more strongly than the groves of the Sierra Nevada. The bulk of the one could not outweigh the associations of the other. But to the primitive notions no-tions of eastern peoples the giant tree makes a direct appeal not only for respect, re-spect, . but for worship. Whatever departs de-parts from the ordinary course of nature na-ture strikes them as the immediate work of God and one which necessarily preserves pre-serves something of the divine. Loa d-u Spectator. |