TO THE SPRING.

Solvitur acris hyems gratâ vice Veris et Favonî.

"The birds, in new leaves shrouded, sung aloft,

Horat.

And o'er the level seas spring's healing airs blew soft."
BOWLES'S Hope.

AND hail, too, thou blithe and thou green-budding SPRING!

May the BIRDS on thy branches continue to sing; May thy groves and thy meadows with beauty be crown'd;

And may plenty, content, 'midst thy dwellings abound; With THEE, TRUTH and NATURE, may rapture e'er

dwell,

While echo, in bird notes, is heard in the dell ;

And the song of the plough-boy, all buoyant with hope,
Descend in soft cadence from upland or slope.
May man, far remov'd from the city and strife,
Possess, and with Thee, a refin'd rural life.

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May thy roses e'er blossom-thy pleasures ne'er fade, And love e'er enjoy the delights of thy shade!

Then hail, thou blithe, bright, and thou redolent SPRING!

May the BIRDS on thy branches for ever still sing!

END THE FIRST PART.

ORNITHOLOGIA.

PART THE SECOND.

FOREIGN BIRDS.

La Zone Torride.

"C'est là que la nature, et plus riche et plus belle,

Signale avec orgueil sa vigeur éternelle :

C'est là qu'elle est sublime."

SAINT LAMBERT,