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delicate richness of young leaves gushing out of 

 them in a thousand places be inexpressibly delightful 

 to behold, that of one tree with another is not the 

 less so. One is nearly full clothed, another is 

 mottled with gray and green, struggling as it were 

 which should have the predominance, and another 

 is still perfectly naked. The wild cherry stands like 

 an apparition in the woods, white with its profusion 

 of blossom, and the wilding begins to exhibit its rich 

 and blushing countenance. The pines look dim and 

 dusky amid the lively hues of spring. The abeles 

 are covered with their clusters of albescent and 

 powdery leaves and withering catkins ; and beneath 

 them the pale spathes of the arum, fully expanded 

 and displaying their crimson clubs, presenting a 

 sylvan and unique air. And who does not love " the 

 wood-notes wild ?" We again recognise the speech 

 of many a little creature who, since we last heard 

 it, has traversed seas and sojourned in places we 

 wot not of. The landscape derives a great portion 

 of its vernal cheerfulness not merely from the songs 

 of birds, but from their cries. Each has a variety 

 of cries indicative of its different moods of mind, so 

 to speak, which are heard only in spring and summer, 

 and are both familiar and dear to a lover of Nature. 

 Who ever heard the weet-weet and pink-pink of the 

 chaffinch, or the winkle-winkle of the blackbird as 

 it flies out of the hedge, and skims along before you 

 to a short distance, repeatedly on a summer evening 

 about sunset, at any other time? In spring morn- 

 ings by three or four o'clock the fields are filled with 



