IN THE CANADIAN WOODS. 



SPRING. 



" If thou art worn and hard beset 



With sorrows that thou wouldst forget, 

 If thou wouldst read a lesson that will keep 

 Thy heart from fainting and thy soul from sleep, 

 Go to the woods and hills ! — no tears 

 Dim the sweet look that Nature wears. " 



— Longfellovi. 



At no season of the year are the woods more attractive 

 than in the early spring, when, weary of their snowy 

 covering, we hail with increasing satisfaction the break- 

 ing forth of the tender leafage as it bursts from the 

 brown buds which had encased it during the long months 

 of frost and winter snows. 



No newly hatched butterfly expanding its crumpled 

 wings to the glad sunshine is more alive to the genial 

 influence of sun and breeze than are the young opening 



