After an absence of twenty years from my native State and county, nothing on my return strikes me so painfully, as the rapid and wholesale destruction of the native forests, once the pride and glory of old Tioga. I have seen nothing like it, in other States, where large tracts of woodland, now of almost priceless value, are carefully preserved; tree cutting being done with great care, and due selection.

The second-growth timber is carefully fostered, and generally free from underbrush, and the prospect is, in the State of Illinois at least, where the writer spent several years, that the next generation will have something wherewithal to fashion the innumerable articles which minister to man's luxuries and to his necessities. If that ruthless wood cutter would stop for one moment and consider the ten thousand uses to which wood is applied, from the cradle which receives his infant form, to the coffin in which his mortal remains are carried to their last resting place, he might perhaps look upon a tree as something other than his natural enemy, which it seemed to our forefathers, who must have bequeathed to their children's children what seems to have become a disease; to such an extreme is the wasteful destruction of our forests carried on. Steep sterile hillsides, which would scarcely make a sheep-walk, are stripped of every vestige of verdure, burned over, and left blistering in the sun, to be washed by the rains of heaven, until there is nothing left but the frame-work of the rocks; and still the work goes on.

Wagon loads on wagon loads, convey away to the nearest railroad choice hard wood, of large size and beautiful grain, to be converted into fire-wood. Every spring sees innumerable logs, rolled into huge piles, at the nearest saw-mill or water-course. They float away on the streams! Their ashes bleach on the hill tops! Their blackened stumps bear mute testimony against the cruelty of the destroyer of these monarchs of the forests, who from their lofty heights have looked down upon generations of man, and all his works, his conquests and his defeats.

Veritable Rachels are they "mourning for their children, and will not be comforted, because they are not! "

Who that looks thoughtfully on, but must question to himself, what is to take the place of wood, when the tireless energy of the Yankee nation has used it all up? It takes from forty to fifty years for a tree of even ordinary size to grow, but, at the present rate of destruction, ten years more will see our land as treeless as modern Spain. The small water courses and springs are rapidly drying up, and the volume of our river reduced one half, so old people assert. The devastating flood will wash away the unprotected land from the hillsides, and barrenness and bleakness will be the result. So accustomed are we to the use of wood, that we have come to look upon it as we do upon the sunlight.

We will never realize its full value until we begin to suffer for the lack of it. Where, after a few years, shall we find timber for railroad ties, which cover the land like a net work; for telegraph poles, which already encircle the globe; for the ships which' ride on many waters; for houses and furniture, and agricultural implements? For the ten'thousand uses to which wood is applied? And echo, answers, where? Verily Ichabod ! is written all over our hills and valleys. Their glory has departed. "But, oh ! the pity of it, Iago, the pity of it! " Mansfield, Pa.

[No one will read this feeling plea for trees and tree culture, without sympathizing with the lady who makes it, and will, we are sure, be pleased that we have given it a place in our columns.

When we come down however to the practical work of preserving old forests and planting new ones, the matter takes on an entirely new aspect. Our views on this side are so well known that we need not repeat them here. - Ed. G. M].