Its like I have never since seen.

It was small--so small that in its darkest depths you might catch the sunshine lighting up the branches of its outside trees.

A young wood, too--composed wholly of smooth-barked beeches and sturdy Scotch firs, growing up side by side--the Adam and Eve in this forest Eden.

No old folk were there--no gnarled and withered foresters--every tree rose up, upright in its youth, and perfect after its kind.

There was as yet no choking under-growth of vegetation; nothing but mosses, woodbine, and ferns; and between the boles of the trees you could trace vista after vista, as between the slender pillars of a cathedral aisle.
John pointed out all this to Miss March, especially noticing the peculiar character of the two species of trees--the masculine and feminine--fir and beech.