ON THE OAK.—A Dialogue.
Tutor—George—Harry.
Tutor.—Come, my boys, let us sit down awhile under yon shady tree. I don’t know how your young legs feel, but mine are almost tired.
Geo. I am not tired, but I am very hot.
Har. And I am hot and very dry, too.
Tut. When you have cooled yourself, you may drink out of that clear brook. In the meantime, we will read a little out of a book I have in my pocket. [They go and sit down at the foot of the tree.]
Har. What an amazing large tree! How wide its branches spread! Pray what tree is it?
Geo. I can tell you that. It is an oak. Don’t you see the acorns?
Tut. Yes, it is an oak—the noblest tree this country produces; not only grand and beautiful to the sight, but of the greatest importance from its uses.
Har. I should like to know something about it?