ABSTRACT
Before its presence we pause to do homage and admire; … It was when England was young, her sons wore robes of paint, and Druids lived in her hidden caves, but the heart of a mighty forest, which according to tradition, stretched far north and covered counties; … Who shall say what its shades have witnessed … ? Storms and tempests have careered in fury by since its far off birth – lightnings have cleaved its giant sons, and left it the old and weather-beaten but majestic emblem of the past we now behold. 1
