194 May in Prospect. 
expanded to an opening flower. The work of reviving nature 
began in the last month, now it is completed. The temperature 
is such as to invite abroad into the open fields, and to induce a 
ramble in the wood, where we may inhale the purest air, and 
come in contact with the beauties of nature. The most illiterate 
may enjoy the walk; but the student of natural history and bota- 
ny will derive far greater pleasure. He will be able to detect 
marks of design and wisdom which others do not observe. To 
both the scene is beautiful and refreshing; but to the latter it 
produces more admiration in the proofs of connexion and con- 
trivance every where visible. Here is no work of blind chance 
or accident. All bear marks of wise and intelligent design, 
tending to good. The examination of the vegetable world will 
also bring conviction that infinite wisdom and power have here 
left imprints of their presence. 
Most of the tribes of flowering plants and shrubs are now drest 
in their best attire. The long sleep of winter seems to have pre- 
pared them for this new display. All their opening beauties are 
spread before our admiring view. They appear to rejoice in again 
exhibiting their brightest hues, and to boast that they have once 
more cast aside the sterility and gloom of winter. They lift their 
modest heads to receive the soft breezes of the south, and to 
drink the refreshing dews of heaven. And they not only gratify 
the sight, but exhale a pleasant fragrance, which enhances the 
benefit of their society. Go forth, then, you that love pleasure, 
and visit the fields and the gardens spread before you in every 
direction; and the walk will open your mind to new beauties in 
creation; will give a taste to pleasures which delight, but never 
corrupt nor debilitate, and excite a curiosity, in the indulgence of 
which, you will find new sources of intellectual gratification. 
The flocks and herds are again abroad, roaming the green 
pastures, and cropping the tender herbage, free and uncontrolled; 
while from every copse and grove is poured forth the joyous song 
of many a carroUing warbler. The plowman, too, as he paces the 
field, whistles a blither strain, or chants some rural ditty with a 
heart more light and buoyant, for he feels that the pinching win- 
