And Shakspeare, in his _Winter's Tale_, speaks of

----Daffodils

That come before the swallow dares, and take

The winds of March with beauty.

The intelligent observer of nature, from whose writings we have

been permitted to make some extracts, has been greatly struck with

coincidences of this kind; and he mentions, with interest, an idea

suggested in the same work, of forming "a calendar, by which the

flowering of a plant should acquaint us with the appearance of a bird,

and the appearance of an insect tell us the flowering of a plant."

Following up this idea, he annexes a plan of such a calendar, in

which each month, except "dark December," contains notices of these

occurrences in nature. The grounds for his remarks are extremely

curious, and worthy of our observation. In associating the wasp with

the hawthorn-leaf in April, the author says, "Wasps seem to delight

in frequenting hawthorn-hedges in the spring, as soon as the early

foliage comes out. What is it that attracts them to these haunts?

Perhaps they come in search of the larvæ of other insects which feed

on the hawthorn. That wasps, whose ordinary food seems to be fruit,

yet occasionally devour insects, there can be no doubt, as, even in

summer, they may often be seen to attack and devour the flies in the

windows. When they make their first appearance in spring, there

is no fruit for them; therefore they may, at that season resort to

hawthorn-hedges, which abound with the larvæ of various insects. The

song of the cuckoo is found to occur at the time of the appearance of

the _Papilio cardamines_, (or orange-tipped butterfly.) It is a common

remark, that the cuckoo is seldom heard in July, and this _papilio_ is

rarely met with so late. In the end of November, the little winter-moth

_(Phalæna brumaria,)_ is classed with the late-flowering _asters_."

We add an account of this insect in the author's own words. "This

modestly-attired little moth is found abundantly throughout the greater

part of the months of November and December. Its delicate texture,

and weakly form, would seam to mark it as an insect ill calculated

to endure the inclement season appointed as its proper period of

existence. But nature knows her own business best; and, accordingly,

these slender creatures brave the tempestuous weather they are doomed

to encounter, totally regardless of the cold, the wet, the winds, and

the fogs of November and December;

These little bodies, mighty souls inform!

Let it blow, or rain, or shine, there they are sporting and dancing

away, under the sheltered sides of banks and hedges, with a resolute

hardihood and perseverance that are truly admirable, apparently

enjoying themselves as much as the butterfly in the sultry sun-beams of

July."

[From a paper by the Rev. W. T. BREE, in the _Magazine of Natural

History_.]

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If a man will look at most of his prejudices, he will find that they

arise from his field of view being necessarily narrow, like the eye

of the fly. He can have but little better notions of the whole scheme

of things, as has been well said, than a fly on the pavement of St.

Paul's Cathedral can have of the whole structure. He is offended,

therefore, by inequalities, which are lost in the great design. This

persuasion will fortify him against many injurious and troublesome

prejudices.----CECIL.

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The Christian member of a Christian household has this heavenly and

solacing assurance, "that so strong, so unearthly become the bonds

which unite those who have long lived together in the unity of the

Spirit, no less than community of blood; that they undoubtedly

enjoy," even in absence, "a certain, though undefinable, fruition of

each other's presence; they hear each other's voices speaking in the

depth of their bosoms, dissuading, approving, comforting, rejoicing,

and thus realize, to its fullest extent, that blessed privilege,

alas! how seldom enjoyed, or even understood, of the communion of

saints."----_The Rectory of Valehead._

* * * * *

We cannot keep our bodies long here, they are corruptible bodies, and

will tumble into dust; we must part with them for a while, and if ever

we expect and desire a happy meeting again, we must use them with

modesty and reverence now.----SHERLOCK.

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