JUNE. 
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'Tis June, ’tis merry, smiling June, 
’Tis blushing Summer now ; 
The rose is red, the bloom is dead, 
The fruit is on the bough. 
Eliza Cook. 
tft UNE > sweet June ! month of roses and lovely 
flowers ! Adieu to Spring—welcome Summer ! 
Adieu to the modest snow-drops, primroses, and 
violets ! Adieu to the pale green leaflets of Spring ! 
They are gone—gone to be speedily replaced by the 
more brilliant flowers and leaves of Summer, now in 
full glory. The forest trees put forth their blossoms. 
The earth is carpeted with flowers, and the air is filled 
with their perfume. The flower-garden is now in its 
splendour : roses of all tints, from deepest crimson to 
palest pink, and from brightest yellow to palest white ; 
besides stocks, geraniums, lilies, speedwells, jasmines, 
