MARCH. 



And now men see not the bright light which is in the clouds, bat 

 the wind passeth by and cleanseth them. 

 Fair weather cometh out of the north. 



JOB xxxvii. 21, 22. 



EVERY month, like a good servant, brings its own 

 character with it. This is a circumstance which, the 

 more I have studied the Seasons, the more I have 

 been led to admire. Artificial as the division of 

 the months may be deemed by some, it is so much 

 founded in nature, that no sooner comes in a new 

 one than we generally have a new species of 

 weather, and that instantaneously. This curious 

 fact is more particularly conspicuous in the earlier 

 months, there being greater contrast in them. In 

 comes January, and let the weather be what it 

 might before, immediately sets in severe cold and 

 frost: in February, wet wet wet; which, the 

 moment March enters, ceases and lo ! instead 

 even on the very first day of the month, there is a 

 dry chill air, with breaks of sunshine stealing here 

 and there over the landscape. The clouds above 

 fly about with a brisker motion, and the paths under 



