It grew to parts of temples and dwellings.

It held upon its surface the soft tread of children and the tottering steps of patriarchs.

It rocked in the cradle.

It swayed the limbs of age by the chimney corner, and heard, secure within, the roar of those old, unwearied tempests that once surged about its mountain life.

All its early struggles and hardships had enabled it to grow tough and hard and beautiful of grain, alike useful and ornamental.
"Sir, you have been to college, I presume ?" asked an illiterate but boastful exhorter of a clergyman.