242 June in Prospect. 
Such is the character of the season ; and when we take a more 
accurate survey of particulars, a thousand delightful illustrations 
occur, all leading us to the same sublime conclusion, that the 
natural operations which are all silently proceeding around us, 
are the work of a present Deity, and a reflection to his attributes. 
In June flowers are more abundant and of a greater variety 
than the preceding month; though many were expanded to adorn 
the fields and to render the country inviting. The rose, the queen 
of flowers, in all its variety and beauty, is now every where 
rejoicing in its pride; and gardens, where the hand of culture 
has been busy, now make their richest display. All this surely 
were enough to recommend the country at the present time, and 
to justify our preference for this refreshing and blooming season. 
There is a pleasure peculiar to spring in the contemplation of 
Nature, rising as it were, from the tomb, and bursting into life, 
and light, and joy; but that which belongs to summer is not less 
intense, although of a different kind. The delight of this season 
arises from the view of the full development of successful progress 
of the powers and processes which in spring began to operate. The 
plants which had just pierced the earth in the commencement of 
that season, have now shot forth their stalks, and expanded their 
blades, and opened their beautiful flowers to the sun; the trees 
rejoice in their leafy pride; the fields luxuriate in the abundance 
of their vegetable stores; and animated nature is instinct with 
life and enjoyment. The whole scene is full of delight. 
June seems the season made for universal rejoicing of all the 
creatures of existence. The country is dressed in its fullest and 
greatest beauty. The trees are once more thick with leaves, but 
leaves of the most delicate freshness. The ground is covered 
with a carpet of grass of the deepest green, and the birds and 
insects, and flowers, which are moving, singing and blooming, 
over the whole face of Nature, are countless. It is the very 
carnival of Nature and she is prodigal of her luxuries. It is 
luxury to walk abroad,. indulging every sense with sweetness, 
loveliness, and harmony. It is luxJry to stand beneath the forest 
;:hade when all is still, and basking at noon; and to see the land- 
scape suddenly darken, and the black and tumultuous clouds 
assemble as at a signal; to listen to the awful thunder as it rolls 
