70 MAY. 



ing the cud or cropping the fresh green herbage at 

 their feet, awaken those feelings of peace and tran- 

 quillity so welcome to the contemplative mind : 



" Neglected now the early daisy lies ; 

 Nor thou, pale primrose, bloom'st the only prize ! 

 Advancing Spring profusely spreads abroad 

 Flow'rs of all hues with sweetest fragrance stor'd : 

 Where'er she treads, Love gladdens every plain, 

 Delight on tiptoe bears her lucid train : 

 Sweet hope with conscious brow before her flies, 

 Anticipating wealth from summer skies ; 

 All nature feels her renovating sway ! 

 The sheep-fed pasture, and the meadow gay, 

 And trees, and shrubs, no longer budding seen, 

 Display the new-grown branch of lighter green ; 

 On airy downs the idling shepherd lies, 

 And sees to-morrow in the marbled skies. 



" Say ye that know, ye who have felt and seen 



Spring's morning smiles and soul enliv'ning green, 



Say did you give the thrilling transport sway ? 



Did your eye brighten, when young lambs at play 



Leap'd o'er your path with animated pride, 



Or gazed in merry clusters by your side ? 



Ye who can smile, to wisdom no disgrace, 



At the arch meaning of a kitten's face ; 



If spotless innocence and infant mirth, 



Excites to praise, or gives reflection birth, 



In shades like these pursue your favourite joy, 



'Midst nature's revels sports that never cloy." 



Bloomfield's Farmer's Boy (Spring). 



And now, courteous reader, let us u pursue our 

 favourite joy;" and to this end we will journey to 

 Wimbledon Common, and thence to Coombe Wood, 

 the favourite hunting-ground of the late J. F. Stephens, 

 Esq. 



