JUNE. 



How vainly men themselves amaze, 

 To win the palm, the oak, or bays, — 

 And their incessant labours see 

 Crowned from some single herb or tree. 

 Whose short and narrow verged shade 

 Does prudently their toils upbraid, 

 While all the flowers and trees do close, 

 To weave the garlands of Repose. 



— Andrexu Marvel. 



DO you find time, in this " high tide of 

 the year," to peep over your garden 

 fence now and then ? taking a look into the 

 Fairyland which the Lord alone has plant- 

 ed ? Have you kept watch of the progress 

 there ? — from the first white saxifrage tuft 

 or willow catkin, down through all the won- 

 ders of squirrel-cup and wind-flower, colum- 

 bine, arbutus, and Dutchman's breeches ? 

 Have you seen the uvularia hang its deli- 

 cate yellow bell ? and found the May orchis, 



