174 JUNE. 



are vanished. What the poet applied to the 

 end of summer, is realized now ; 



It is the season when the green delight 



Of leafy luxury begins to fade, 



And leaves are changing hourly on the sight. 



BARTON. 



A duller and darker uniformity of green has 

 spread over the hedges ; and we behold in the 

 forest trees, the farewell traces of spring. They 

 indeed exhibit a beautiful variety. r< The oak 

 has " spread its amber leaves out in the sunny 

 sheen ;" the ash has unfolded its more cerulean 

 drapery; the maple, beech, and sycamore are 

 clad in most delicate vestures; and even the 

 dark perennial firs are enlivened by young 

 shoots and cones of lighter green. Our admi- 

 ration of the foliage of trees would rise much 

 higher, did we give it a more particular atten- 

 tion. The leaves of the horse-chestnut are 

 superb. Passing through a wood with a friend, 

 we broke off one without thinking much of 

 what we were doing, but, being immediately 

 struck with its size and beauty, we found, on 

 trial, that it measured no less than one yard 

 and three quarters round, and the leaf and foot- 

 stalk three quarters of a yard in length, pre- 



