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By myriad, myriad messengers: the song
Of countless and melodious harps is heard,
Sweeter than rill, or stream, or vernal bird,

The dark and melancholy woods among.
And golden worlds in that wide temple glow,

And roll in brightness, in their orbits vast,

And there the future mingles with the past,
An unbeginning, an unending now.


JUNE. Her garb of loveliness is now completely woven, and Nature, mantled in full pride, marches forth, vigorous and gay. Every grove is in thick frondage. The arable is covered with young harvest, and already the green ear swells, and, bending in the breeze, waves of promise float on the wide plains. The fields ripen, and, in the south of England, the scythe is laying down the hay. The rose is in its prime of leaf and fragrance, and Flora sheds her affiuence to adorn all the landscape. Arabia the happy, or Ceylon, can scarcely boast a more fragrant atmosphere than that which is wafted from our own bean-fields, or enjoyed where the haymakers are turning their clover at noon, dry from the morning dews and early showers.

Now you may gather the more juicy fruits. Strawberries, currants, and gooseberries begin to come freely to the markets, yielding foretaste of heavier supplies in succeeding months. The rivers are swarming with trout; and mackerel, pouring in shoals along the coast, load the broad seines, and are taken by thousands at a haul. The sheep, heavy with fleeces, are thrown into the ponds and washed, and thence driven, are laid down under the hands of the shearers, to whom they surrender their coats, ready to be woven into covering for our backs in winter. Young birds, with inexperienced flight, begin to steer their way in open air, while the parents, disencumbered, resume the toil of building nests that shall stay upon the branches when the leaf now covering their labour shall have died away, and left them bare. The grey owl roams in the long twilight of solstitial nights, or slily

“ in the barn
Sees the mouse creeping in the corn,
Sits still, and shuts his round blue eyes,
As if he slept, until he spies
The little beast within his reach,

Then starts, and seizes on the wretch." Young broods of pheasants and partridges swarm in the cornfields, people the thickets, or venture out into the lanes, where the mother-birds, clad, like wise matrons, in sober colours, covering the young ones under their wings when danger is near, by the sobriety of their garb elude the view of enemies; or, if that cannot be done, run daringly before either man or beast, to draw pursuit upon themselves while the family escapes, as if God had bidden them exhibit parental devotedness for our imitation. On the 21st day of this month begins the long summer quarter, of ninety-three days. The 24th is Midsummer-day, as to its length, but the summer heats are nearly all to follow, in order that the fruits of the earth may be ripened, just for the time when they can most conveniently be gathered and laid up for winter store. At no time of the year are the energies of nature more active. Nothing slumbers, nothing flags. The light, the air, the processes of ripening vegetation, the instincts of the animal world, all are in full play. The long day gives time sufficient for every operation of this vast laboratory. Even the material creation rebukes the sluggard; and all things would seem to take up and enforce the injunction of the Creator Himself, " Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.”



Truro. London. Manchester. Edinburgh. Tain. Day: Rises. Sets. Rises. Sets. Rises. Sets. Rises. Sets. Rises. Sets.

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2d day, 6h. 26m. morn.
Last Quarter 9th day, 3h, 15m. aftern.
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17th da 4h. 47m. aftern. First Quarter, 24th day, 8h. 47m. aftern. MERCURY, in the constellations Aries, Taurus, and Gemini, is a morning star till the 25th, then invisible. On the 25th, at Oh. 45m., P.M., in perihelion ; on the 29th, at 2h. 53m., A.M., in superior conjunction with the Sun. VENUS, in the constellation Cancer, is an evening star throughout the month, setting from 3h. 22m. to lh. 14m. after the Sun: on the 14th, at 8h. 35m., P.M., at greatest brilliancy; on the 28th, at Oh. 28m., P.M., stationary. MARS, in the constellation Leo, on the 15th, passes the meridian at 4h. 42m., P.M. JUPITER, in the constellation Libra, on the 15th, passes the meridian at 9h. 11m., P.M. SATURN, in the constellation Aries, is a morning star throughout the month ; on the 15th, passes the meridian at 9h. 11m., A.M. URANUS, in the constellation Aries, on the 15th, passes the meridian at 8h. 45m., A.M.

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(With an Engraving.) The Tacazze is a considerable river of Abyssinia, one of the chief tributaries of the Nile, or, more properly, one of its larger branches, and called Nile by Cosmas, an Alexandrian topographer of the sixth century. It takes its rise in the province of Tigré, in some wild and lofty mountains, inhabited by the Lasta, a predatory and martial tribe. It rises from three small springs, called by the natives, Ain Tacazze, “the eye or fountain of Tacazze.” These springs empty themselves into a reservoir, whence the waters first issue in a collective stream. That enterprising but unfortunate Englishman, Nathaniel Pearce, remarked to Mr. Salt that when he stood on the brink of the reservoir, and threw a small piece of wood' into the water, he could not help thinking how many regions it had to pass through before, traversing Abyssinia, Nubia, and Egypt, it could reach the ocean. Mr. Salt himself, to whose pencil we are indebted, remotely at least, for the accompanying engraving, writing with superior intelligence, describes his own feeling as being similar, when he first caught a sight of this river, not far from the source.

“I immediately ran forward, prompted by a sort of natural impulse, till we came to the edge of the stream, where, seated on the bank, I remained for some time contemplating with delight the smooth course of the waters gliding beneath.

Vol. XVI. Second Series.


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