Among plants in flower, may be found the sweet violet, green hellebore, jonquil, bunch-hyacinth, heartsease, marygold, sweet tulip, oxlip and crocuses. In the fields too, the eye is sure to be charmed with primroses, and, perhaps, daisies: but the first spring visitor is the modest snowdrop. In the Forget me Not for 1830, is a sweet picture of this season, which will amply repay the transplanting to our Diary: THE SNOW-DROP'S CALL. BY MISS ELIZABETH EMRA. Who else is coming? There's sunshine here! In the green moss under the sycamore tree. And the sun is pale, yet his pleasant gleam Has wakened the earth, and unchain'd the stream; Many insects at this time come forth to commit their depredations; among which, one of the most destructive, is the wasp. In a communication to The Gardener's Magazine, Mr. Dall, of Arrington, Cambridgeshire, thus describes his method of destroying them: “I give a small reward to my men, for every wasp they bring to me, from the beginning of March, up to the second week of June; from June, I give a reward for every nest brought to me, and I continue taking the nests late in the season, although the fruit may have been all gathered; this I do in order that fewer female wasps may be left to breed in the next spring.-The means used by me for destroying the nests are simply these:-I take common gunpowder and water sufficient to make a strong dough or paste; a piece of dough, about the size of a large walnut, rolled in the form of a cone, is sufficient to stifle the wasps in any one nest. The nests being looked for by the men in their over hours; when found, they are marked, so as to be more readily found again when it is dark.When all things are ready, the men divide their number in parties of three or four; each party being provided with a lantern, candles, spade, pick, as many glass bottles as there are nests to be taken on that night, and a water pot with some clean water. When arrived at one of the nests, fire is set to the smallest end of one of the conical balls of prepared gunpowder, which is held with the haud close into the mouth of the entrance till one third is burned; the remaining part of the ball is then dropped into the hole, and a piece of turf placed over it to prevent the escape of the smoke. In the space of half a minute after the ball is dropped into the hole, the nest is dug out, and in its stead, a glass bottle, one third filled with water, is placed upright with the mouth open, and rather below the surface level of the earth, which is carefully made smooth all round the mouth of the bottle. Into these bottles, the wasps who happen to be out when the nest is taken, enter, and get drowned in the water. In some large nests, I have had to empty the bottles and If bottles are not replace them, more than once. placed as above, the wasps that happen to be from home at the time the nest is taken, on their return home, finding the nest destroyed, they fly back to the fruit and continue devouring it as long as they have life. I have counted 2300 wasps, belonging to one nest, drowned in bottles placed as above, after the nest was taken." It may not be unpleasing to see how nearly a spring on the other side of the Atlantic, agrees with our own climate. For the following pleasing picture, we are indebted to Mr. J. K. Paulding :"Now the laughing, jolly spring began sometimes to show her buxom face in the bright morning; but ever and anon, meeting the angry frown of Winter, loath to resign his rough sway over the wide realm of nature, she would retire again into her southern bower. Yet, though her visits were but short, her very look seemed to exercise a magic influence. The buds began slowly to expand their close winter folds; the dark and melancholy woods to assume an almost imperceptible purple tint; and here and there a little chirping blue-bird hopped about the orchards of Elsingburgh. Strips of fresh green appeared along the brooks, now released from their icy fetters; and nests of little variegated flowers, nameless, yet richly deserving a name, sprung up in the sheltered recesses of the leafless woods. By and by, the shad, the harbinger at once of spring and plenty, came up the river before the mild southern breeze; the ruddy blossoms of the peachtree exhibited their gorgeous pageantry; the young lambs appeared frisking and gamboling about the sedate mother; young, innocent calves began their first bleatings; the cackling hen announced her daily feat in the barn-yard with clamorous astonishment; every day added to the appearance of that active vegetable and animal life, which nature pre sents in the progress of the genial spring; and finally, the flowers, the zephyrs, and the warblers, and the maiden's rosy cheeks, announced to the eye, the ear, the senses, the fancy, and the heart, the return of the stay of the vernal year," As this month closes with the coming of spring, we shall close our Diary with THE FIRST SPRING WREATH. By the Author of " Holland Tide," "The Collegians," &c. The flowers in silence seem to breathe Promettre, cèst donner; espérer, c'est jouir. Thou seest this little wreath I hold, A modest, trifling, graceful thing, I thought not on their varied dies But they have waked strange memories! Do you remember, on that day When you came to our solitude, To see me on my lonely way Over the hill and through the wood: Do you remember one-a girl, With dark-bright eyes and teeth of pearl, Think of my old friends, and old land? And left my happiness for her! You'll deem it fanciful-I've gazed Till the sad memory was raised Of that sweet maid and those sweet hours. Q BYRON. DE LILLE. And her heart was the precious gold, I saw her in her early bloom, Yet though the weight of present woe Hath chill'd through ev'ry throbbing vein, Even to the death of that soft glow, Hope loves to shed on hearts in pain. Those dark and saddening doubts will flee, Like that which lives within thine eyes. There is a silent summer bower, A freshness breathing in perfume, And thou art there, my lovely friend, I see it bloom-joy's first Spring wreath, And deem it fairer for the showers That gloom us while they nurse its flowers. |