138 JUNE. 



They are gone ! The light tints of young fo- 

 liage, so pure, so tender, so spiritual, are vanish- 

 ed. What the poet applied to the end of sum- 

 mer, is realized now ; 



It is the season when the green delight 



Of leafy luxury begins to fade, 



And leaves are changing hourly on the sight. 



Barton. 



A duller and darker uniformity of green has 

 spread over the hedges ; and we behold in the 

 forest trees, the farewell traces of spring. They 

 indeed exhibit a beautiful variety. The oak 

 has " spread its amber leaves out in the sunny 

 sheen ;" the ash has unfolded its more cerulean 

 drapery; the maple, beech, and sycamore are 

 clad in most delicate vestures ; and even the 

 dark perennial firs are enlivened by young 

 shoots and cones of lighter green. Our admi- 

 ration of the foliage of trees would rise much 

 higher, did we give it a more particular atten- 

 tion. The leaves of the horse-chestnut are 

 superb. Passing through a wood witli a friend, 

 we broke off one without thinking much of what 

 we were doing, but, being immediately struck 

 with its size and beauty, we found, on trial, that 

 it measured no less than one yard and three 

 quarters round, and the leaf and foot-stalk three 

 quarters of a yard in length, presenting a na- 

 tural handscreen of unrivalled elegance of shape. 



