JUNE. 



WELCOME once more to sweet June, the 

 month which comes 



Half prankt with spring, with summer half imbrowned. 



Yet it is almost startling to those who regret 

 the speed of time, and especially of those 



Who like the soil, who like the clement skies, 

 Who like the verdant hills, and flowery plains, 



to behold how far the season has advanced. 

 But with this we must be sensibly struck, if 

 we give a retrospective glance to the days 

 when, in our walks, we hailed with delight the 

 first announcements of a new spring ; the first 

 snatch of milder air ; the first peep of green ; 

 the first flowers which dared the unsettled ele- 

 ments; snowdrops, primroses, violets, and 

 then a thousand beautiful and short-lived 

 blooms. They are gone ! The light tints of 

 young foliage, so pure, so tender, so spiritual, 



