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THE SWEET SCENTED VIOLET. 
The Violet in her greenwood bower, 
Where birchen bonghs with hazel mingle, 
May boast itself the fairest flower 
In glen, or copse, or forest dingle. 
Scott. 
What pleasure can surpass a country ramble on the 
first sunny day in Spring ! Delighted with the return 
of génial weather, the mind is disposed to receive 
gratification from every ohject around. The hirds, 
flying from spray to spray, seem to vie with each other 
in producing melody for our entertainment ; the insects 
hâve deserted their winter retirement, and here and 
there a sulphur butterfly flits gaily before us; the hees 
are on the wing, collecting sweets from the few 
hlossoms yet expanded ; and we even welcome, what a 
few months Tience we shall feel disposed to quarrel 
with—the swarms of gnats, wheeling their mazy dances 
in the shade. It was on snch a day that we ramhled 
along, observing the various objects that presented 
themselves, till we reached a bank on the side of a 
