The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-06-10

that as IT wrinkles a mere speck IN the clear
air of the SUNRISE almost out OF sight and very
far from being out Of hearing, we know very
well what the thing is-it is one OF the morning
stars singing for joy.
Then there are the woodlark and the pipit-
the lark of the wiiderness-whose health re-
quires that they should battle their beaks In
music every morning From the tall hedge or
cottage-shading tree, the magpe, dressed like
gentleman in black and white, chatters as
idly as is usual with gentlemen who are not
men. In the heart of the thick wood the jay
is screaming or giving an entertainment simi-
lar to that of the late MIR. Mathews, to an au-
dience as full of noises as the House of Com
mons. The jackdaw jabbers from steeple,
and along the wild, or from a naked cliff, the
raven bids us think about sepulchre If we are
superstitious. IL we are reasonable souls 1T
does not. Except when dogs are fighting and
on few similar occasions beasts, birds, and
insects are a happy set of fellows, and Gin Rea-
sons ear they all rejoice" The crow means to
be jolly when he sings, as thoroughly as any
nightingale
Then, Spring if you had fair claim on my
praises, l should not object to state that these
winged yoices--rich, and abundant and varied,
as they are, in the glades and groves of our on
the whole, not disagreeable country-make but
small portion of the pleasant noise with
which you are accompanied There is a voice
from all things. Emancpated from the win
try thraldom which had claimed their waters,
(you perceive how inappropriate the praise
would be- when no brook has been frOzen) the
streams are murmuring through mead and val
ley; the trout are leaping in their depths and
cattle lowing on their banks, The bleat of the
lamb comes from the hillside, mint is, happi-
ly at the same period fresh and green) and
the laughter Of young human voices fills the
sunny glade. The doors of habitations stand
wide open to let in the air Of heaven; the fire.
side-where the poker stimulates no more the
tagging coal, and fires are dying of neglect
the treside is forsaken for the field; and the
whistle of the poughman-panfully prone to
perform niger melodies-comes cheerily from
the up-turned glebe But the great Spring
minstrel is the Wind wind music is the sweet
est. In the Spring it plays all kinds of melo
dies; sometimes, forest piece on its trombone'
and bassoons sometimes, a song about violet
upon one little piccolo. Man laughs, and loves
and thinks, when the Spring comes with a
more delicate expression In the winter he had
skated, or he ought to have skated, roared over
good jokes, and enjoyed, when he was shut up
indoors, concentration of home jollity Mans
general sympathy with external objects is, in
the presence of Spring, wholesomely set in &C.
ton; and the pervadng sentiment Of resurrec.
ton is full to him of fine, unconsciously receiv-
ed suggestions :" In the motion of the very
leaves of Spring" says Shelley gin the blue
air. there is found secret correspondence with
our heart. There is eloquence in the tongue
less wind, and melody in the flowing brooks
md ba aoft ho boo.I IA kbo.., ol
| by their inconceivable relation to something
within the soul, awaken the spirits to dance
of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mys-
terious tenderness to the eyes-like the enthu-
siasm of patriotic success or the voice of one
beloved, singing to you alone
Lists of fashionable arrivals are now charg-
ed, believe, as advertisements in country pa
pers. Whether birds are fashionable | am
not quite sure, but perhaps may be allowed
to risk mourning the expense of duty upon the
following list of movements in what, confess.
must be admitted to be high life, passed as it
is on tree tops or in yet more elevated sphere.
Pigeons move in higher circles than even dukes
and duchesses Liable or not liable, to adver-
tisement duty, here is list of movements in
high life for the present season.
arrivals: Wryneck, Reed Sparrow, Blunt
ing Smallest Willow Wren, Stone Curlew,
Wheatear House Swallow, Martin, Sand Mar
tin, Black-cap, Nightingale, Cuckoo, Middle
Willow Wren, Whitethroat, Redstart, Grass.
hopper Lark, Swift, Lesser Reed Sparrow
Land Rail, Fern Owl, Fly-catcher, Turtle Dove,
Ring Dotterell, Wagtail Water Rail, Largest
Willow Wren, Lapwing, Titlark Razor-bill,
Corncrake, Ring Ouzel, Yellow Wren.
Departures Fieldfare Redwing Woodcock,
Hooded Crow, Snow Bunting, Widgeon, Teal,
Snipc, Merlin, Solan Goose, Grey Gull, Cross
bill Bean Goose, Herring Gull
Spring is said to begin in March meteorolo-
gists say on one day, astronomers say on an
other day; but 1 say, that Spring 1852 began
in November, 1851. Spring has the Yankee
! blood in her, and has annexed Winter or. at
least, is infusing Spring temper into it, with
view to ultimate annexation. However, let
us take March Let us look at March He
used to have a little buster in hm-to be some
thing of roaring blade. Whether he has got
married, or what else may be the reason, don't
know; but all his boast seems to be taken out
of him There ought to be wind-spirt abroad
in March to sweep the floor of heaven, prelim.
mary to the laying down of fresh pavement
of sunshine March ought like child, toplay
with flowers, and destroy them in its wilfnness
| If March behaved like March, and if | had no
| quarrel with the Spring on other grounds,
would speak of it somewhat after this fashion
| Wooed by its smile, some insect troop will ven.
ture forth, too soon, to thread a maze in hon.
or of the welcome guest and, ere they have
had time to try their CHANGING wings the frown
succeeding to the smile, chases the ahrighted
band, and they are scattered. In its sunny
moods n coronal of viOlets is given to the child
but the wrathful fit comes on, and the sweet
toy is torn to pieces, tramped beneath the foot
of the capricious month. Awakened by one
of the bright flashes of its laughing eyes, the
bee looks out and, thinking it is summer,
rushes abroad in ccat of gold, sounding his
premature summons on his tiny trumpet; but
the wing of the snow-spirit (which strongly
suspect time of having clipped with his scythe,
some years ago. shadows for moment Tor used
to shadow when it was big enough the face Of
the youthful month and, unable to borrow the
umbrella of single fiower-cup the false her.
aid pershes, the victim of his own mistake
Down the long winding lane over the broad
meadow, and on the sunny bank by the way
side, are peepng up, amid the emerald grass
the gem-like flowers that were the playthings
of our childhood--that lured ua, years ago,
through the dewy dell. When we look at them,
we call to mind how our hands in their first
state of chubbness, or in their second state of
ink and slate-pencil dust, grasped at the
............." Dahodls,
That come before the swallow dares and take
The winds of March with beauty"
When our yet plastic and undeveloped noses
breatbed over the
.............. Vioiets dim,
But sweetcr than the lids Of Juno's eyes,
Or Cythereas breath
Aud when we wore our first gold chains made
of
.........."P Pale Primroses
That die unmarried ere they can behold
Bright Phoebus in his strength"
Then what work have we not made in child
hood with