70 MAY. 



ing the cud or cropping the fresh green herbage at 

 their feet, awaken those feelings of peace and tran- 

 quillity so welcome to the contemplative mind : — 



" Neglected now the early daisy lies ; 

 Nor thou, pale primrose, bloom'st the only prize ! 

 Advancing Spring profusely spreads abroad 

 Flow'rs of all hues with sweetest fragrance stor'd: 

 Where'er she treads, Love gladdens every plain, 

 Delight on tiptoe bears her lucid train : 

 Sweet hope with conscious brow before her flies, 

 Anticipating wealth from summer skies ; 

 All nature feels her renovating sway ! 

 The sheep-fed pasture, and the meadow gay, 

 And trees, and shrubs, no longer budding seen, 

 Display the new-grown branch of lighter green ; 

 On airy downs the idling shepherd lies, 

 And sees to-morrow in the marbled skies. 



" Say ye that know, ye who have felt and seen 



Spring's morning smiles and soul enliv'ning green, 



Say did you give the thrilling transport sway ? 



Did your eye brighten, when young lambs at play 



Leap'd o'er your path with animated pride, 



Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? 



Ye who can smile, to wisdom no disgrace, 



At the arch meaning of a kitten's face ; 



If spotless innocence and infant mirth, 



Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth, 



In shades like these pursue your favourite joy, 



'Midst nature's revels — sports that never cloy." 



Bloomfield's Farmer's Boy (Spring). 



And now, courteous reader, let us u pursue our 

 favourite joy;" and to this en^ we will journey to 

 Wimbledon Common, and thence to Coombe Wood, 

 the favourite hunting-ground of the late J. F. Stephens, 

 Esq. 



