Amid the great sea's vast and unknown depths,
The kindling skies fling off their dismal garb
Of murky shadows and black cheerless mists,
And don their robes of many-coloured woof;
While o'er thy path the queen o' th' morning flings
Celestial rose, and gold, and beamy gem.
To greet thy coming, Nature wakes full loud
Her anthem peal of myriad voices blent;
Waters, and winds, and birds, and beasts, unite
With man, in one wild universal hymn,

To hail thy rising in the flame-clad east ;

Nor storm-fraught cloud, nor tempest, lightning-winged,
Stays the bright progress of thy chariot wheels.
Calmly, amid the heavens, thou still pursuest
Thy course unerringly, when all below
Is rapt in thunderous gloom; mountain and vale,
Ocean and wave-girt isle, and continent,
Thou lookest upon with undiminished ray,
And beauty, light, and life impartest to all!
A thousand ages thou hast seen pass by,
And man, child of a day, beheld, with all
His boasted works, swept down the gulph of time;
Has viewed his pomp and glory float a wreck,
An undistinguished wreck, on the dark surge
Of cold oblivion. But, thou god of light,
Of all thy beams illume, art still the same;
And thy life-giving days shall have no end,
And thy unborrowed brightness e'er expire.
Roll onward in thy never-ceasing course,
Prince of the firmament: the west awaits
Thee, to receive in her accustomed pomp
Of nameless hues, where evening still attends
Thy weary steeds to unyoke, and wave aloft
Her misty veil, the signal for her bands
Of varied minstrels to begin the song
That forest, grove, and dewy valley fills
With a rich swell of plaintive harmony-
Earth's wild hosanna to thy bright farewell!

PENNIE'S Scenes in Palestine.

The Naturalist's Diary

For JUNE 1826.

I have a summer gift,

A sunny gift for thee:

See this white vase, where blooms

A beautiful rose-tree.

And on its crimson leaves

Your heart must moralize,

For love a lesson takes
Of ev'ry leaf that dies.
First you will prize the gift
In all its scented pride;
Its newness then will pass,

And 'twill be flung aside.
Then autumn rains will stain

Its bloom with a dark token;

The plant will perish then,

And the white vase be broken.
Will not Love's tale be told

In the fate of the rose-tree?
Such was at first your love,

Then your neglect of me.

L. E. L.

SUPPOSING the weather to have been mild and favourable to vegetation, the flower-garden is in all its glory at the commencement of June; and nothing can be more delightful than to observe the almost countless varieties which grace the parterre of Flora at this season. Among the various ornaments of the garden, THE ROSE,' that queen of flowers, stands pre-eminent; its beautiful buds now open to the Sun, and invite us to say with the poet,

Who can view the ripened rose, nor seek
To wear it?

The Austrian rose blossoms in the early part of the month, as does also the Chinese rose: these are followed by the common garden rose, the single yellow rose (Rosa lutea), and the white rose (R. alba); last of all comes that loveliest of floral attractions, -the 'Moss ROSE'-which should be termed 'THE Rose'-par excellence!

The ROSE.

A Rose in yonder garden grew
In summer's beauty bright;
If fed upon the fragrant dew,
And bathed in beams of light.
The gentlest zephyrs still would creep
Warm o'er it from the west;
And the night spirit loved to weep
Upon its beauteous breast;
And all the host of insect beaux
Would pause to trifle with the rose.
Alas! the flow'r-one fatal night
The mildew rode the gale,
And from his pinions scattered blight
O'er garden, bow'rs, and vale.
I saw it in the sunny morns;
"Twas dying on its stem,

Yet wore, though drooping and forlorn,
Its dewy diadem!

But every roving butterfly

Looked on the rose-and wandered by.

The beams of morning had no pow'r
Upon its faded cheek;

The breezes came, and found the flow'r
They once had loved a wreck;

They were old friends, and when they fled
Who used to linger here,

The rose would bow its gentle head,

And shake away a tear,

But never raised its timid eye
To gaze again upon the sky.

It withered in the noonday flame;
And when the shadows fell,

The spirit of the evening came,
But vain its dewy spell.

The Moon gleamed sad, the night breeze sighed

Above the hapless flower,

But none who loved its day of pride

Watched o'er its fading hour.

The flatterers-they had long been gone;

It died neglected and alone.

Oxford Quarterly Magazine, No. 1.

From the garden to the field it is but a step, and here we may see clover in blossom, and regale our

olfactory senses with its delightful fragrance. The sweet-scented vernal grass (Anthoxanthum odoratum), which is the cause of the very delightful scent of hay, flowers also in this month, and diffuses its fragrance through the country. About the beginning of June, the pimpernel, thyme, the bitter-sweet nightshade, white bryony, and the dog-rose, have their flowers full blown. The poppy is now in flower.

I hoped that sleep would have repaid ere now,
With blissful dreams, the troubles of the day;
So hath he often done, but, ah! the wanton
Will seldom take pale sickness for his bride;
He must be coaxed, and won by spells and potions,
To espouse so sad a partner.

Il Pastore Incantato.

The foxglove, which produces a beautiful flower, blossoms in this month as well as in the next.

The foxglove now, in crimson tresses rich,

Depends, whose freckled cups to insect tribes
Afford a canopy of velvet bliss.

The common jay frequents our gardens, and makes great havock in the bean-rows.

One of the most interesting insects in June, is, in its perfect state, the angler's may-fly (Ephemera vulgata), which appears about the 4th, and continues nearly a fortnight. It emerges from the water, where it passes its aurelia state, about six in the evening, and dies about eleven at night. There are also the golden-green beetle; various kinds of flies; the cuckoo-spit insect, and the stag-beetle. The several species of the gadfly make their appearance in June. The larvæ of the dragon-fly (Libellula), after a two years' submersion in stagnant water, ascend the stalks of plants and burst their shells.

The numerous species of Aphides are now found on many plants, bearing an appropriate name from each. Those which infest the rose tree and bean are possibly most under observation. One is green, and scarcely distinguished from the colour of the young leaves; the other is black.

'In the months of June, July, and August, the Entomologist will find full employment in the woods. Most of the butterflies are taken in these months, flying abroad in the day-time only: moths will be found flying at break of day, and at twilight in the evening. The taking of them is termed MOTHING, and should be well followed up during the summer season. Many of the rarer Lepidoptera are never found but at these times. The males of most species of the moth tribe, and perhaps of other insects also, by a very astonishing faculty, are able to discover the females at a great distance, and in the most secret situations. About the end of August, and during the whole of September, the second and last brood of caterpillars will be found: several species of Gryllus may also be taken in meadowy and marshy lands.'-Samouelle's Introduction to British Entomology, pp. 316, 317.

Insects are so various in their habits, that they may be found at all seasons of the year, and in every situation. To such of our readers as may reside in the vicinity of the metropolis, the following information respecting the places in which particular insects may be taken will, we are persuaded, prove extremely useful: it is extracted from the valuable work just quoted, a careful perusal of which cannot be too strongly pressed upon the attention of the inquiring student.

WOODS, HEDGES, and LANES.-These situations produce by far the greater portion of insects. In woods, the Entomologist must beat the branches of the trees into his folding net, and must select for this purpose open paths, the skirts, &c. The trunks of trees, gates, and felled timber, should be carefully examined, as many of the Lepidoptera and Coleopterous insects are found in no other situations. Many rare and very beautiful insects are found in the hedges, in lanes, as also in the nettles, &c. which grow under them: these should be well beaten, especially when the whitethorn is in bloom in the months of May and June. Should the reader collect only for the microscope, he need not go to the trouble or expense of a net, as an open umbrella inverted will answer his purpose. Hedges in dusty roads are seldom productive.-The

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