3nnt, 



May has passed by, but not from my memory. 

 I see the parent in its infant June, and all 

 Nature smiles to have an offspring so un- 

 clouded. The lightning leaves its vapour to 

 catch a glimpse of thee; the thunder roars 

 in joy for the event ; mankind looks glad upon 

 the happy time that ushers thee to visit this 

 far-envied land. 



My young plants have reached perfection, 

 and bloom around my window, where I first 

 gave them the opportunity of life. How smiles 

 my rose; my hyacinth how gay; how proudly 

 does its plumage wave in passing zephyrs, and 

 the language of sweet flowers join in its tide 

 of song ! This month I will devote to Draw- 

 ing, Music, and Angling — of all, still my most 



