THE WOODS. 17
man who goes through the woods and sees nothing in them but lumber, ship-timber, and cordwood has missed a princely birthright. But people find a charm in the woods who are not moved by beauty. Even city born and bred men and women discover an indefinable some-thing in the unspoiled forests that is restful and healing to body and mind ; they come there to a patrimony all their own ; there old instincts are satisfied.
Says the poet, " The groves were man's first temples." They were also his first homes ; there he made his first rude roofs, and there under the lowly thatch the family life began, that will not be complete till a recognition of human brotherhood silences the last cannon and sheaths the last sword. So deep-rooted and mysterious has been the love of this old home that men of antiquity everywhere worshipped trees, and it still continues in India and other Oriental lands. The sacred Bo-tree of Anuradhopura, in Ceylon, is visited by many thousand pilgrims every year, and happy is he who bears away a leaf that has dropped within his reach. During two thou-sand one hundred and thirty years Buddhists have held this to be a sacred tree, grown from a scion or shoot of a tree under which the " Blessed One," the founder of Buddhism, contemplated