The dissolving snows of winter remind us of the pleasures of spring, and as the frosts relax their hold upon the soil, the ever teeming earth is ready to put forth a thousand forms of life and beauty. My object at the present time, is to refresh our minds that are familiar with these beauties, not by a full description of them, but by adverting to some of their striking characters; also to awaken the attention of those who have hitherto walked the fields unmindful of a greater display of glory around them, than that with which Solomon was arrayed.

To the true lover of flowers and of nature, (and I cannot separate the two,) a wide field of enjoyment is presented, into which many never enter. I can feel no sympathy with him who ruthlessly destroys, or carelessly treads upon these gems which God has strewn so bountifully about our paths, evidently with a design to cherish our finer feelings, and soften our hearts. As they were created for our happiness and improvement, we should gather them, (but not rudely,) study the marks of design and goodness they exhibit, and present them to our friends as tokens of that peace and purity which alone pertains to the productions of the Divine hand.

The list which I propose to give of these gems of nature, will be by no means complete, but contain many found in this locality, Litchfield county, Ct. They are nearly all perennials, and most of them might be established with a little care, in some undisturbed position near the dwelling. How much would it add to the charms of a country residence to form upon that rocky knoll hard by, a collection of wild plants suited to it, or beneath the shades of some neighboring copse, or upon the borders of that little rivulet, to assemble from distant wood and glen their floral treasures, allowing each to retain their peculiar habits, of which many are very tenacious. Once established, very little care would be necessary to preserve them, and thus, through the season, a succession might be maintained of these modest, fairy-like gifts, almost in their native haunts, and another rose be added to the wreath of rural pleasures.

For every flower which I shall name, I have a strong affection; its native locality, where I have often found it, is fresh in my mind, and at the sight of it my heart thrills with delight, as when I meet an old and long tried friend.

And now, friends, let us take a long ramble in the fields and woods, beginning as soon as the blue-bird commences its happy carol, and continuing it till the chilly blasts of autumn warn us to seek again our warm firesides, there to meditate upon the many bright images with which we have stored our minds.

First, let us visit that bleak northern hill-side, for there the Epigaa repens, (Trailing Arbutus,) as I saw before the snows were gone, had prepared its buds to open with the first genial breath of spring. Here it is, an evergreen vine, or trailing shrub, half covered with the dry leaves; but its little pink clusters are open, exhaling a fragrance equaling that of more favored flowers.

Let us pass that skirt of woodland, and under its sunny side, peeping from beneath the dry leaves, we will find the