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Moon will be in conjunction with in Scorpio, at
For MAY 1822.
And Heav'n and Earth be glad at heart. This invocation was written by Mr. WEST, the friend of Gray the poet, eighty years ago, and af
fords some proof that the fickleness of our climate is not so great a novelty as it is usually esteemed. Backward springs, wet summers, fine autumns, and mild winters, seem to have occurred at almost stated periods within the last century. May is often very changeful, and cold winds and a gloomy atmosphere but too often usurp the place of a clear blue sky, and an enlivening sun : 118 i 1957
Twas April as the bumpkins say, o tom e
The Legislature called it MAY; NEGR
Shook the young leaves about our ears.
Into the lap of summer. This month, iu favourable seasons, is bright with sunshine, and fragrant with perfumes, covering the meadows with verdure and decking the gardens with all the mixtures of colorific radiance; a month from which the man of fancy draws new effusions of imagery, and the naturalist new scenes of observation.
Now the flowers are appearing,
In the blythe month of May, and the smooth-shaven elastic lawns are smothered with lilacs and laburnums; the bees hum about the clover and sweet peas, and the early birds shake away the moisture from the young twigs in a rory shower'.
The recurrence of Spring brings with it recollections of past happiness, and of the pleasant days of youth, which, like snow upon a river,' are melted away from our grasp, but which imagination still pictures to us in the most gay and vivid colours. A living author, in the following eloquent apostrophe to the scenes of his early enjoyments, warm from the heart and faithful to its fires'-admirably displays the mighty power of past events over our present and future happiness, in that longing, lingering look' which we cast back to the scenes of our youth. Ye woods that crown the clear lone brow of Norman Court, why do I revisit ye so oft, and feel a soothing consciousness of your presence, but that your high tops waving in the wind recal to me the hours and years that are for ever fled ; that ye renew in ceaseless murmurs the story of long-cherished hopes and bitter disappointment; that in your solitudes and tangled wilds I can wander and lose myself, as I wander on and am lost in the solitude of my own heart; and that, as your rustling branches give loud blast to the waste below, borne on the thoughts of other years, I can look down with patient anguish at the cheerless desolation which I feel within ! Without that face pale as the primrose with hyacinthine locks, for ever shunning and for ever haunting me, mocking my waking thoughts as in a dream; without that smile which my heart could never turn te scorn; without those eyes dark with their own lustre, still bent on mine, and drawing the soul into their liquid mazes like a sea of love; without that name trembling in fancy's ear; without that form gliding before me like Oread or Dryad in fabled groves, what should I do, how pass away the listless leaden-footed hours ? Then wave, wave on, ye woods of Tuderley, and lift your high tops in the air; my sighs and vows, uttered by your mystic voice, breathe into me my former being, and enable me to bear the thing I am !' beste
* See our last volume, pp. 150-152, some remarks on the indifference to the beauties of the country, and all the charms of rural life, manifested by those who have been long accustomed to dwell among the
busy hum of men;' who think Greenwich Park not equal to Fleet Street; and prefer the smell of a flambeau at the theatre to the fragrance of a May evening in the country, and the screams of violins to the rich harmony of nightingales, ..
dat i ng (139 The following recollections of youth, from a living poet, breathe the fancies of a fine and gentle spirit :-
Oh! were the eye of youth a moment ours !
· Brought down fronı Heaven enjoyment's genial show'rs!
And every bird of everlasting mirth 1.11!
Love was the garniture, whose blameless birth
"The gossamery haunt of elves resembled!
:) When violets blue and white, and primrose pale,
Each peeped from under the broad leaf's green veil,
Or perched on boughs, in shrilly quiv'rings darted
Sultry and silent, on the hill's turf brooded..Militat', ! Oh, in these moments we such joy have felt, ...) ! ! ! As if the earth were nothing but a shrine;
1.: . Where all, or awe inspired, or made one melt
Gratefully towards its Architect' divine!" Si va . Father! in future (as I once have dwelt
. 11 Di 5 . Within that very sanctuary of thine, .. . **-} oury
When shapes and sounds seemed but as modes of Thee!),
Oh, days of youth! in summer's noontide hours,
From insect's drowsy hum, that all my powers
In vacant solitude, speak from their bowers
Who can have watched the wild rose blushing dye, ii. And seen what treasures its rich cups contain ;. .
7:1:1 Who, of soft shades the fine variety,
From white to deepest Aush of vermeil stain?
Who amid lanes on eve of suminer days,
E110 Which sheep browse, could the thicket's wealth behold? 290 The fragrant honeysuckles bowery maze?
The furze bush, with its vegetable gold ? 19.095209
The fox-glove's cone, the figures manifold s
Veronica; the primrose pale, and mild ;-
anos a no Intercommunion incommunicable'! The latest species of the summer birds of passage arrive about the beginning of this month. Among these are the goatsucker, or fern-owl (caprimulgus Europeus), the spotted fly-catcher (muscicapa grisola), and the sedge-bird (motacilla salicaria). In this and the following month, the dotterel is in season.
Some birds that are in general strangers to England, occasionally visit its shores and groves. The most remarkable among these are the little peterel, the hoopoe, the green woodpecker, and the goldencrowned wren. Mr. Carew has observed, that, in his time, a flock of curious birds found their way into Cornwall about the time of harvest, which proved very destructive to the apples. They were nearly the size of the swallow, but were rendered remarkable by the peculiar formation of their bills, which at the extremities were terminated by a transverse part, from which they obtained the name of cross-bills. Seizing on an apple, this bird would instantly divide it into two parts, and, eating the kernels only, proceed to the destruction of another. On their first appearance they caused great alarm, and were considered as presages of some impending judgment. In the parish of Madern, in the year 1807,
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