That oak by Darbys is a grand object seen from any side— It stands like an athlete & defies the tempests in every direction. It has not a weak point. It is an agony of strength. Its branches look like stereotyped gray lightning on the sky.
But I fear a price is set upon its sturdy trunk & roots—for ship timber—for knees to make stiff the side of ships against the Atlantic billow. Like an athlete it shows its well developed muscles.