WILD FLOWEKS OF APEIL. 



CHAP. VII. 



AN APRIL MORNING. PRIMROSES DOG-VIOLETS, ANEMO- 

 NIES, &C. BUTTERBUR AND TOOTHWORT. CELANDINES, 

 ORCHIS, CUCKOO-FLOWERS. MIGRATORY BIRDS OF 

 SPRING FLOWERS OF THE WOOD. ADORNMENTS OF THE 

 GARDEN. DENIZENS OF A RUSTIC ONE. 



" April comes, 



And lightly o'er the living scene, 

 Scatters her freshest, tenderest green." 



GRAY. 



April is a tearful month, full of gleams and show- 

 ers like hope struggling with adversity, but with 

 victory in view. It is not redundant in flowers, but 

 scatters with a lavish hand those that shelter under 

 its verdant wing. Tired with the dreary monotonies 

 of Winter, who like some scolding tyrant, still turns 

 round again to repeat his threats when we are chuck- 

 ling at the turn of his back so even in April, hailing 

 as we do the bright green she daily spreads upon the 

 meadows and within the woods, in the midst of our 

 pleasures a storm of hail or rain o'erwhelms us in its 

 dripping embraces again and compels us to look out 

 for shelter, in common with the bee and the too-ven- 

 turesome butterfly. 



