Who would quarrel with winter when May was present, or grieve over the many disasters that are passed, when the lilac and the apple-blossom were about to present their accustomed beauties? Adieu! all ye dead foreign interlopers, who come among us to rival our hemlock, first king of evergreens, and all the frightened array of false recruits whom we had taken into our confidence, and who have deserted so soon; we grieve not for you. We would fain have cultivated and enjoyed some of the foreign world's wonders of beauty, but many have faded, and we must look about, and care for those that faithfully stick by us amid the wintry storms, and cheer us with their brightened faces when spring reappears.

The full returns of plants injured or killed cannot be fully ascertained at the time we write, but in our May issue we hope to record what has been the experience in various points of the compass, and we now invite information from our friends.

The following lines from Mason's "English Garden," will strike some of the sufferers as just: -

"Nor will her prudence, when intent to form One perfect whole, on foeble aid depend, And give exotic wonders to our gaze. She knows, and therefore fears, the faithless train: Sagely she calls on those of hardy class Indigenous, who, patient of the change From heat to cold, which Albion hourly feels. Are brac'd with strength to brave it. These alone She plants, and prunes, nor grieves if nicer eyes Pronounce them vulgar. These she calls her friends, That veteran troop, who will not for a blast Of nipping air, like cowards, quit the field.

Warn'd by his error, let the planter slight

These shivering rarities."

This advice is now forced upon us. In general, to "slight," or plant but few of those rarities of foreign origin which have not been thoroughly proved in your own latitude, is a good rule.

The Ohio Pomologtcal Transactions, 1855 and 1856, have been issued in one neat pamphlet, of 64 pages. The discussions will be found interesting and valuable, tending as they do to clear up unsettled opinions, and bringing the cultivator nearer to the facts. The topic of transporting trees on railroads was brought before the society, and the conclusion arrived at by Mr. Bateman, who had corresponded with some officers of roads, was that it was cheaper and better to pack trees in boxes, when it can be done, as most of the roads will then carry them at the rates of other light goods; this is a correct move. Mr. B. does not hesitate to publish the names of those who do not do their duty in this matter; a reform is expected. Mr. Ernst said his only hope for cherries, in the region of Cincinnati, was the mahaleb stock, and the pyramid form, which has branches to the ground to furnish protection from the vicissitudes of summer changes; for standards he recommended budding the finer varieties at some height, making the body of the mahaleb stock.

Mr. Elliott had practised root pruning on the pear root, and had produced fruit just as early as if grown on quince; he did not recommend planting on the quince root, unless growers expected to cultivate their trees highly, and nurse them as carefully as a woman tends her child. As a general tree for orchard culture, he thought the quince stock should not* be used. This agrees with the results arrived at in the New York meeting, and coincides with the opinion of our correspondent, Dr. Ward. A very good committee was appointed to attend the National Convention, at Rochester, the coming fall. There is much to interest in the work, including the address of President Ernst.

The Brooklyn Horticultural Society's premiums for 1856, embrace a great variety of plants and vegetables.

The Transactions of the Wisconsin Fruit Growers' Society have been published at Milwaukee, in a handsome pamphlet of sixty pages, which contain matter of much instruction. They reached our table after this number was ready for the press.

Spring #1

What a magic word 1 How we delight to anticipate thy coming through the long and dreary winter months! We have awaited thee with anxiety. Thou art here at last We salute thee, we hid thee welcome. Thou comest to infuse joy and gladness into every heart. Thou art the harbinger of many good things in embryo. Thou comest decked and adorned like a youthful maiden, with floral beauties entwined about thee. All nature rejoices. The feathered songsters are glad; "they sing with sweeter notes; they delight to bask in thy genial warmth; in harmony and love they select their mates, and build their little nests together; they toil and care for their young, showing all the maternal fondness that is possible for a kind and tender parent to exhibit. Shall man - intellectual man - fail to profit by their example? We trust not. Thou infusest new life and vigor in the vegetable kingdom. Everything therein bids thee welcome, and puts on a gladsome appearance at thy approach; even the emerald turf is made to smile and greet thee; even the aquatic animals rejoice and sing thy praise.

Spring, like youth, is a season of anticipation. It is then that everything looks charming and lovely; it is then we lay our plans; it is then that we should dig, plant, and delve. We anticipate much, and it is well that we do, for what is life without anticipation. In truth, it is the joy of life itself, although we often anticipate much that is never realized. Who can walk abroad on a lovely morning, in May, when every tree and shrub is robed and adorned with the wedding garment of floral beauty - when the sense is greeted at every turn by vegetable odor of the most enchanting kind - when the grass itself is made to smile with joy - when the very insects are humming their notes of gladness, and greeting spring - we say who can, and not feel his pulse beat with a quicker stroke, and his heart leap with joy, and feel grateful to the beneficent Creator for all the beautiful and lovely things that He in his goodness bestowed upon man, to cheer, to encourage, to gladden his heart, and to bring forth grateful emotions that will lighten his labor in bis journey through life? Who can doubt that spring is an emblem of eternal joy and felicity? We do not.

We say, that the man who can walk abroad and behold all these things, and not appreciate them, in some degree, is unworthy of being called a man; he has a defect in his nature that he ought to be sorry for. How kind of the Creator to bestow upon man so many rare gems of floral beauty with which he may embellish, .adorn, and beautify his home. What more lovely, when one is travelling, than to sea a cottage nestled among honeysuckles and climbing roses? How inviting to the traveller I How it bespeaks intelligence and virtue for the inmates! How it denotes the abiding-place of industry and contentment! Alas I we are sorry to say, that in some parts of our country - even the old parts - those that have been settled for more than two hundred years, there is but- little of this taste to be seen. One may often travel a whole day in some of the interior towns, and scarcely meet with anything better than a common May rose. These things ought not to be so, and we are sure they will not long remain; plenty of good examples exist in various parts of the country, and fashion is fast doing the work; nothing can long withstand her sway, as it is generally irresistible.

In a few years, it will be as rare to see a cottage without honeysuckles and climbing roses as it is now rare to see old-fashioned short pants and long stockings.

Spring #1

If our readers enjoy spring as we do, they will now be looking out for its approach, though early May, in this latitude, is scarcely the month the English poets have described. We do have fine glimpses of progress, however, and must be content with what we get for a week or two.

"And see where surly Winter passes off Far to the north, and calls her ruffian blasts; His blasts obey, and quit the howling hill, The shattered forest, and the ravag'd vale; While softer gales succeed, at whose kind tench Dissolving snows in livid torrents lost, The mountains lift their green heads to the sky. As yet the trembling year is unconfirmed, And Winter oft at ere resumes the breaze, Chills the pale morn, and bids his driving sleets Deform the day delightless".

But the insects that people the sun's beams, the honeybees extracting liquid sweets from opening buds, the butterfly expanding its wings to the idle air, the thistle's silver down wafted over summer seas, airy voyagers on life's stream - all, all, are soon to awake to life, inhaling the fragrance of a thousand flowers, and drinking pleasures under halcyon skies.

" Around us the bees in play flutter and cluster, And gaudy butterflies will frolic around".