of 



" See, winter comes to rule the varied year, 

 Sullen and sad, with all his rising train, 

 Vapour, and clouds, and storms ;" 



A ND as he comes the wild flowers go to their 



wintry home, where the secret processes of 



Nature which are never still are at work to renew, 



with vigour, life, and beauty, the opening year, and 



gladden the face of spring. For 



" Look nature through, 't is revelation all, 

 All change no death." 



The hedgerows are yet full of beauty. The tall 

 jnrays of thp Wild Eose toss their arms aloft, as if 



