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CONTENTS OF THE THIRD PART
More Hullahbaloo. By Thomas Hood, Esq.
News from China. By the Editor
No! Verses on November. By Thomas Hood, Esq.
The Persian Banditti. By the Hon. Charles Stuart Savile
Vol. V. By Miss Srickland.- Percival 'Keene. By Captain Marryat,
(for October): Shakspeare. Edited by C.
269 to 279
(for December): Historical Memoirs of
555 to 566
NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
THE ELM TREE:
A DREAM IN THE Woods.
BY THE EDITOR.
And this our life, exempt from public hauut,
As You LIKE IT.
'Twas in a shady Avenue,
And from a Tree
There came to me
And sometimes underground.
Amongst the leaves it seem'd to sigh,
Amid the boughs to moan;
The roots took up the tone;
The Dead began to groan.
No breeze there was to stir the leaves ;
No bolts that tempests launch,
No gale to bend the branch;
That stood so stiff and staunch.
No bird was preening up aloft,
To rustle with its wing ;
The solid bole
Had ne'er a hole
No scooping hollow cell to lodge
The martin, bat,
Or forest cat
The moping, snoring owl.
A sad and solemn sound,
And sometimes underground'Twas in a shady Avenue
Where lofty Elms abound.
In this ungenial clime ?
As in the classic prime-
As in the olden time?
The olden time is dead and gone;
Its years have fill'd their sumAnd e'en in Greece_her native Greece
The Sylvan Nymph is dumbFrom ash, and beech, and aged oak,
No classic whispers come.
From Poplar, Pine, and drooping Birch, And fragrant Linden Trees;
No living sound
E'er hovers round, Unless the vagrant breeze, The music of the merry bird,
Or hum of busy bees.