Often, too, at the close of a dreary day, the storm abates, a thousand birds break forth in song, and the sun, shining through the parted clouds, floods the earth with light, and spans the eastern heavens with a rainbow. In the latter part of this month, young leaves push out on honeysuckles, lilacs, gooseberry and currant bushes.

By the first week in May, if the season is favorable, some early planted seeds appear above ground. Gardeners are busy is dressing their walks and shrubbery, and preparing to take hold of their spring work in earnest, as soon as the ground is fit for the spade. The golden willow and the tamarack are now sending out leaves. Chimney swallows arrive about the middle of this month. The huge buds of the rhubarb plant now thrust themselves up to the light, and asparagus is nearly ready for cutting. Early lettuce and radishes appear on the table. Violets abound in the meadows, and the strawberry blossoms give token of delicious fruit not many weeks distant. The sugar maple and soft maple are now decked with green and scarlet pendulous flowers. Soon the forests begin to revive. At first, a few trees on the outskirts display a soft, warm tint, which changes from day to day, until at length the entire forest is clothed in the verdure of summer. The last half of this month is marked by a rapid growth of all vegetation. In the course of a single day, and often during one warm rain, surprising changes appear. Buds expand into leaves and flowers, and fields of grain and grass are robed, as if by magic, in the deepest green.

The beech, oak, chesnut and locust, the last to come out, now respond to the call of spring. Soon, bob-o'-links are here, pouring forth their liquid, gurgling melody. Apple trees now open their beautiful and fragrant blossoms. About the 20th of this month corn fields are planted. Evergreens now shoot out fresh tufts, which emit a pleasant odor. The forests are in full leaf. Yellow butterflies flit about, flowers spring up on every side, and the hum of bees and insects fills the air with a quiet music. This is, indeed, the moat delightful season of the year. "The trees of the field clap their hands, and the vallies shout for joy." Within a few days a wonderful transformation has taken place. Everything that grows has come forth with a sudden gush of life and beauty, and carries back our thoughts to the time when the earth sprang from the Creator's hand, and received his gracious benediction. Who can look abroad upon the world at such a time as this, and not say from his inmost soul, uO Lord, how manifold are thy works in wisdom hast thou made them all".

* Of this bird, Sir HUMPHREY Davy says: "He is one of my favorites, and ft rival to the nightingale; for he gladdens my sense of seeing, as the other does my sense of hearing. He is the joyous prophet of the year, the harbinger of the best season." Might he not have said this with greater propriety of the robin?

From this account of spring at the north, it appears that though it does not present as glowing a picture as the same season at the south, it nevertheless is not without its pleasing aspects. Its progress is indeed slow and irregular. After the genial season is thought to have fairly arrived, many a frost, and chilly wind, and storm intervenes. Much of the poetry of spring is too poetical for the latitude of our northern States. Many of the figures of speech which we apply to spring, were borrowed, originally, from the poetry of southern Europe, where this season is as mild, and musical, and balmy as the poets sing. But it will hardly do to use the same language in these cold regions. Some one has well said, that whoever goes out in early May to muse and sing of the season, must, ordinarily, first put on overcoat and mittens !

But even this slow advance of spring is not without its uses, both to the animal and vegetable creation. It prepares them to pass with safety from the rigors of winter to the intense heat of summer. There is also something exceedingly beautiful in the coming on of spring at the north. The change from the gloom and desolation of winter to the life and loveliness of spring, is wonderful, and would sur-prise us more, had we not been so long accustomed to behold it And then, the rapid transitions which occur during the progress of spring,-snow flurries followed by bright, balmy sunshine; rain-storms, intermingled with flashes of golden light, and ending with rainbows; flowers and leaves springing from the bosom of decay and death; birds singing, where lately the storms of winter howled,-surely, these things are beautiful to see.

He who has been surrounded by the severities of a long, northern winter, enjoys the opening of spring with a zest which southerners cannot feel. The first crocus, or lilac blossom, is regarded with fonder interest than all the glories of southern climes can possibly excite in the inhabitants of those regions.

But without instituting further comparisons, it is enough to say that spring where-ever beheld, is a season of wonder and delight. It is suggestive of life, and inspires hope. It is adapted to remind us of the final resurrection, and to teach us lessons of trust in God. Gold must be his heart, who can stand up and look upon the earth at such a time as this, and not exclaim with devout emotion:

"These are thy glorious works, Parent of Good. Almighty! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair! how wondrous then!"