366 THE RIVER-SIDE NATURALIST. 



error, arose from the fluke or flounder insect (Fasciola 

 hepatica) being found in marshy grounds where this plant 

 abounds, but it is well-known that sheep never eat this plant. 

 In the month of June a great alteration takes place in 

 the colours of many of the flowering plants. The brilliant 

 golden-yellows of the spring months have for the most part 

 disappeared, or are intermingled with others equally as 

 beautiful. Clare, in his " Wanderings in June," says : 



" How strange a scene has come to pass 



Since summer 'gan its reign, 

 Spring flowers are buried in the grass, 

 To sleep till spring again ! 



Her dewdrops evening still receives, 



To gild the morning hours, 

 But dewdrops fall on open'd leaves, 



And moisten stranger flowers. 



The artless daisy's smiling face, 



My wanderings find no more, 

 The king-cups that supplied their place, 



Their golden race is o'er." 



June, with its May-flies and flowers, with its warm days 

 and health-giving breezes, entices us away from the murky 

 city, and to respond to the " Summer Call : " 



" Come away ! The summer hours 

 Woo thee far to founts and bowers ; 

 O'er the very waters now, 



In their play, 

 Flowers are shedding beauty's glow 



Come away ! 



Where the lily's tender gleam 

 Quivers on the glancing stream, 



Come away ! 



p All the air is filled with sound, 

 Soft and sultry, and profound, 

 Murmurs through the shadowy grass 



Lightly stray. 

 Faint winds whisper as they pass 



Come away ! 



Where the bee's deep music swells 



From the trembling foxglove bells, 



Come away ! " 



