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"Tis the season of love, 'tis the spring of the year,
Lo! trees in their greenness, and beauty appear;
And wild-birds unnumbered, are tuning their throats
To greet the new season with love-labored notes;
And murmuring bees, where the flower-banks are sunny,
Ply their labors around, culling treasures of honey;
And fair is the morning, and mild is the even,
And soft are the zephyrs, and bright is the Heaven.
Earth and Heaven rejoice; and the sea's azure brow,
Unruffled by tempests,-smiles glowingly now.

In the midst of such pleasures, I languish for thee-
Thou art absent, and nothing is pleasing to me.
Oh! return-and my joys shall come with thee along,
Thou queen of my bosom, and theme of my song!
Each day shall pass by, like an exquisite dream,
With music of birds, and the whispering stream;
And murmuring bees, and the bright hues of Heaven,—
And beauty of morning, and mildness of even :
And our hearts shall confess, as together we rove,
'Tis the spring of the year, 'tis the season of love.

Ely.

E. Darby.

THE GARDEN.

How lovely is a garden,

With all its perfumes, and its various hues;
The blushing rose, Clematis sweet, and fair
Narcissus of poetic tale, and all

The scented tribe; in number, far beyond
The art of man to tell, so endless is

The offspring at great nature's call. What can
Skill, and man's device, invent, so lovely,
And so fair?-Not Solomon in all his

Sheen, was deck'd like one-the least of these:
And wondrous is the change in these fair forms,
Inspring, in summer-autumn, and in death-

How like the course of man's eventual round,
Of youth, of manhood; feebleness, and age:
And as the sweet and beauteous race will rise
From cheerless winter's cold and torpid state,
To meet the glories of the vernal sun,

So from the gloomy grave, with man spring forth,
To see the more resplendent Light of Christ-
The Saviour-Intercessor-God.

MAY.

MAY, SWEET MAY!

Fresh flowers are on the green sward, young blossoms on the bough,

The brook, its tranquil orisons to Heaven is murmuring now ; The song of birds-the summer song-gives life to every spray, Both glade and grove are full of love and-May! sweet May!

Stern winter's moody company of clouds hath fled the sky, Sole monarch of an azure world, the Sun is riding high ; With balmy incense teeming, Earth salutes the welcome ray, Above, around, the joys abound of May-sweet May!

While thus I tread the mountain track, or pleasant fields among, I feel my heart bound high again, my spirit blithe and young ; I quite forget the shade that Time hath flung around my way, Such soothing bliss is in the kiss of May-sweet May!

And so 'twill be, when chill'd by death, this heart shall beat

no more,

When joys that charm'd, and ills that pain'd, shall all alike be o'er;

When lowly laid, this fevered breast shall shrink to dust away,
Nor wake again a gladsome strain to May-sweet May!

As freely yon majestic Sun shall laugh above my grave,
As greenly o'er my narrow house th' untrodden grass shall wave;
And flow'rs may spring from my cold turf as beautiful and gay
As on thy brow they're glowing now, O May!-dear May!
Wm. Kennedy.

MORNING PLEASURES.-Whoever is found in bed after six o'clock, from May-day till Michaelmas, cannot, in any conscience, expect to be free from some ailment or other, dependent on relaxed nerves, stuffed lungs, disordered bile, or impaired digestion. Nothing can be done-absolutely nothing-if you do not rise earlyexcept drugging you with draughts-a luxury which the indolent morning-sleeper must prepare himself to purchase dearly. We give him joy of his choice-bid him good-bye, and springing out into the sunny air, we gather health from every breeze, and become young again among the glittering May-dew and the laughing May-flowers. "What a luxury do the sons of sloth lose!" says Harvey, in his flowery Reflections on a Flower Garden, "little, ah! little is the sluggard sensible how great a pleasure he foregoes for the poorest of all animal gratifications." Be persuaded; make an effort to shake off the pernicious habit. "Go forth," as King Solomon says, "to the fields-lodge in the villages,-get up early to the vineyards”—mark the budding flowerslisten to the joyous birds-in a word, cultivate morning pleasures, and health and vigour will most certainly follow.

ARCHED CLOUDS.-The names which have been given to different species of clouds by Mr. Luke Howard, are now pretty generally known and adopted in meteorological journals; but though the author (naturally enough, no doubt,) deprecates the attempts which have been made to substitute English terms for his Latin ones; there can be little question that his learned nomenclature has retarded the popularity of the science. If this be the fact, as it indeed appears to be, it will be preferable

to adopt such English terms as may be more intelligible to the general reader.

The species of cloud, therefore, which is called CIRRUS by Mr. Howard, may be conveniently termed the wanecloud, being the thinnest, lightest, and highest of all the clouds, as if the accumulated vapour, which composes the lower and denser clouds, had waned away by its distance and elevation. The different forms which the wane-cloud assumes in consequence of atmospheric changes, may be equally designated by English as by Latin terms. The modification which we shall notice at present is called, by the peasants in Kent, wind-reels, from the notion that the streaks lie in the direction of the wind. That the current of the wind may have some influence in the arrangement of those streaks of wanecloud is not improbable; but that some portions of the cloud are not influenced by the wind is proved by the streaks which may often be observed to cross the main lines at various angles,-in some instances, indeed, so regularly as to make a part of the sky look like net-work.

A very beautiful instance of the wind-reel fell under our observation on the 20th of May. The wind was N.W. light warm, and there had been a succession of dry weather for many days,-a circumstance which is popularly supposed to influence the formation of such clouds;-with some justice, perhaps, as they seem to be frequently the forerunners of rain-the first nucleus, as it were, of the gathering rain-cloud. One of the streaks spanned the entire visible horizon from N. W. to S. E. in an uninterrupted and nearly uniform arch, about the usual dimensions of a rainbow, though not so well defined. This arched cloud was accompanied by