tliruslies have scratched up uU the moss, iu vain eiforts to detect their natural fooil beneath its shelter. If 

 Fe:i:a acetabulum shoidd come at all this year, and we are anxiously waiting for it, it will be grievously 

 stunted of its proportions. Coleridge wrote, 



" 'Tis a month before the mouth of May, 

 And Spring comes smiling up this way ;" 



but, alas, ilarch will not give up its prerogative to April ; so that instead of being " a month before," we 

 are at least a month behind. 



