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formed on Croagh Patrick, is thus beautifully
narrated hy native minstrel:

formed on Croagh Patrick, is thus beautifully
narrated by native minstrel:
= Och Antrim hills are mighty high and sos the
But we an do know mountain that is higher than
them both, too!
Twas on the top, Of that high mount, ST. Patrick
preached sermon
he drove the frogs into the bogs and banished all
I the vermn"
Then after March, the noisy boy, comes
or used TO come-April, the crying girl What
ever trick she may play us, in behaving as she
ought not to behave, she cannot trick us out of
ir ller great aay OF tricks we will be April Fools
! nc man VINO doesn't like to be a fool Is fit for
.leasons ~ murders, and particularly stratagems;
ne 5 - 'he very man to punish on the first of
April "beshrew the man. saws Ella uvvbo
Ion such day as this should affect ~ stand
aloof! am none of those sneakers. I am
Tree OF the corporation and care not who knows
llt. he that meets me in the forest to-day shall
meet with no wiseacre, | can tell him Stuuns
| Sum-translate me that and take the meaning
of it to yourself for your pains have
never made an acquaintance that lasted or n
| friendship that answered, with any one that
had not some tincture Of the absurd in their
characters And take my word for
thus, reader-and say fool told it you, if you
please-that he who hath not drachm of fol-
ly IN his mixture, hath pounds of much worse
matter in his composition" ]" April has her own
small jokes in the way of fool-making The
prudent father of a family, before taking an
extended walk looks up into her face for
hnt about the weather. "Therell be severe
shower says April, with frown So, the
father commits himself to walk out with the
family umbrella; April takes to shining; the
sky looks as if there would be no more rain till
Midsummer and the umbrella makes the
prudent man look like fool Then April has
not only fools, but birds. There is that much
over-rated vocalist, the nightingale. No doubt
his night strain is unrivalled because nobody
else would think Of playing melodies at mid.
night, except students who are learning the
trombone, and are ashamed to practice it when
people are about. The nightingale is all very
well but why not praise the throstle, and the
blackbird and the wood-lark? should like
to hear a better ballad-singer than the robin!
As for the nightingale being crossed in love-
and sentimental in its habits though
| .....,..." Many poet echoes the conceit
! And youths and maidens most poetical
who lose the deepening twilight of the Spring
In ball rooms and hot theatres they still,
Full ofmeek sympathy, must heave their sighs
! Ger Phomela's pity pleading strains.
| ,'..-....'.. ...s.r...... We have learnt
| different law may not thus profane
| Nature s sweet voices, always full of love
And joyance '-'Tis the MERRY nightingale
That crowds and hurries, and precipitates
With fast, thick warblc, his delicious notes
As he were fearful that nm April night
Would be too short for him to utter forth
His love chant, and disburthen his full soul
Of all its music g ~. Es.-..
After the nightingale there comes the wry.
neck, our woodpecker, and the cuckoo; he is
melancholy, perhaps Spring pigeons are to
hand, and rage for building speculation sell
zes all the birds. Now is the time for feather
ing their nests
Then there comes also in April the festival
of the English Patron st. George formerly of
Cappadocia, the most unmitigated rogue that
ever got church legend to himself and suf.
fered registration in the list of saints
There. ! shall say nothing about May
scorn to talk of May till have had my Winter.
don't care for the disappointment that the
Spring must suffer in losing all the praise
could have showered on it; it is nothing to the
disappointment | have suffered from the con-
slant hquidity ofthe Serpentine. If have tagged
rhymes from all manner of poets about flowers,
and that sort of thing, beg to inform London
ers that they are OF no consequence. Let them
stand on any of their bridges in the morning,
and they will see what Wordsworth himself
declares to be quite equal to Cumberland
Hear him .#.r -,..
Earth has not anything to show more fair.
Dull WOulu ne DC OIL soul VINO could pass by
sight so touching in its majesty
This city now doth, like garment,
The beauty of the morning Silent, bare,
Ships towers domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields and 10 the sky.
All bright and glittering in the snokeless mir.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendor valleys rock or hill
Neer saw I-never felt-a calm so deep
So let us not be signing here in London after
fields and flowers. We are better off. What
are the lambs to us unroasted! And what
do birds concern with their feathers onl
They had better float in gravy than in music
Others may do as they please, but ! shall stop
in town. suspect foul play. | suspect that
Winter has been made away with and Spring
is too clearly gamer not to lie open to suspi-
cion. Spring was seen where she had no bust
ness to be, stealing about timidly at Christmas,
and, when her proper time came, stealing away
altogether, to let Winter in where and when he
was not wanted There is something wrong in
all this, although | hope it is all right but
| shall stay in town; for do not choose to be
mixed up with such irregular transactions
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