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Eacli flow'r has wept, and bowed towards the 



East, 

 Above an hour since, yet you not drest! 

 Nay, not so much as out of bed; 

 When all the birds have matins said, 

 And sung their thankful hymn ! it is a sin, 

 Nay, profanation, to keep in; 

 When full a thousand virgins on this day 

 Spring sooner than the lark to fetch in May ! " 



Hearken, sweet ladies ; hearken ! and let 

 our voice, mingled with that of this amiable 

 poet, win you from your pillow. 



Now, lovely creatures, now, — 

 While the time serves, and we are but decaying, 

 Spring from your beds, and let us all go 



MAYING ! 



The Spring, it is true, is a backward one ; 

 yet is her lap full of expected blessings ; and 

 when they do come, what a perfect Heaven 

 of delights will be ours ! 



The Goddess Flora woos us forth ; and 

 where she leads, of course we shall all follow. 



As the complaints we receive from all 

 parts of the country about the non- receipt 

 of our Journal in proper time are be- 

 coming distressingly frequent, we here repeat 

 that it is published, with andeviating regu- 

 larity, 



Every Wednesday Morning. 



We also take this opportunity to inform 

 our distant friends, that the monthly parts 

 are issued at least 



One Week previous to Magazine Day. 



After this notification, it will not be dif- 

 ficult for the public to determine who are 

 the parties in fault. 



OKIGINAL COBRESPONDENCE. 



Grey-headed Rook. — Will your fair Corre- 

 spondent, Flora G., kindly describe as nearly as 

 she can, the sort of Eook she speaks of as " an 

 intruder," at page 250 of your Journal? I 

 have read her pretty little anecdote with much 

 pleasure, and am glad — truly glad — to see you 

 so strongly supported by such amiable Corre- 

 spondents. You are a man to be envied 



Charles W., Bath. 



[We have despatched a missive to Miss Flora 

 G. ; and we will gladly undertake on her behalf 

 that the required information shall be forth- 

 coming in our next. We are " a man to be 

 envied." We feel our position in society to be 

 daily becoming more and more important ; and 

 our " Letter-Box " is seldom opened without our 

 fondest anticipations of delight being fully rea- 

 lised. This it is,— not to abuse confidence. 

 Certain things have already been entrusted to 

 us, the knowledge of which will die with us.] 



^ Quick Method of killing Insects for the Ca- 

 binet. — Cause a tin box to be made, say suffi- 

 ciently large to hold a pint, and let it have a 

 perforated partition fixed in the middle; line the 



upper apartment with a piece of silk, or some- 

 thing soft, to prevent the tip of the wings from 

 being injured in case of the insects flutter- 

 ing. Enclose your destined victim in its 

 silken chamber, and introduce some pounded or 

 bruised laurel leaves into the lower apartment, 

 close the box at both ends, and the prussic acid 

 from the laurel will effectually do its work in a 

 few minutes. Even the cossus ligniperda, or 

 goat moth, an insect so remarkably tenacious of 

 life that the severest pressure will not quiet it, is, 

 I believe, by this means killed in eight or ten 

 minutes. Should this, or some equally efficient 

 plan, be generally resorted to, this most inter- 

 esting branch of natural history might be pur- 

 sued with pleasure even by the most humane. — 

 Alfred C. 



[See also another excellent plan for Killing 

 Insects, at page 243.] 



A Gigantic " Spider's Web."— I have just 

 read in Lieut. Smyth's Journey in South Ame* 

 rica, of a gigantic spider's web. Lieut. Smyth 

 says, it was suspended on some trees at about 

 25 feet from the ground; and it extended nearly 

 50 feet in length! The threads were remark- 

 ably strong, and they contained the sloughs of 

 thousands of insects that had been devoured by 

 the architects, — for it appeared to be the joint 

 habitation of a great number of spiders far 

 larger than were ever met with in England.— 

 E. M. 



Early Appearance of the Swallow, Nightingale, 

 fyc. — Dear Sir, I do not know the reason, but I 

 can never procure your very interesting Journal 

 when due. I take the Monthly Part; but it 

 does not arrive with the other magazines. My 

 bookseller here, orders his books through Simp- 

 kin and Marshall, London. [This, dear Sir, 

 is only one complaint out of some hundreds. 

 We have repeatedly remonstrated, till we are 

 weary, with the offenders ; and even encroached 

 upon our readers' space, whilst detailing, week 

 by week, the strenuous efforts made to anni- 

 hilate this Journal by the country trade. 

 All we can do is —to repeat here distinctly, that 

 our Weekly Numbers, dated Saturday in ad- 

 vance, are published every Tuesday Evening; 

 and our Monthly Parts one pull Week 

 previous to " Magazine Day." In Dublin, the 

 booksellers report weekly, that " Kidd's Jour- 

 nal is dead!" The same " brotherly act of 

 kindness" is done us in other towns, cities, and 

 villages.] I have noticed the swallow this year, 

 one week earlier than usual. [This is remarkable 

 indeed; as the weather has been so cold. We 

 may observe, however, that the blackcap, night- 

 ingale, and other birds of passage, had arrived 

 on the 10th ult. ; and this is hardly less strange, 

 as the easterly winds were then blowing strong.] 

 I have a robin and a wren now building in my 

 garden. The nightingale has not been heard 

 here for many years. I should like much to 

 have one; and would gladly give in exchange 

 for one, a first-rate musical thrush. Perhaps 

 some of your readers may be agreeable to this 

 proposal ? — Cvmro, Wrexham. 



[As you see how unfairly our Journal is kept 

 down, let us beg you to form one of the body- 



