at the thicker end, by some effort of the internal animated creature, and it escapes through the lacerated integument; but in this instance, a perfectly formed long ovate segment burst from the thicker end, and fell detached on one side; and a dorsal suture. opened and gave an unimpeded egress to the vivified insect: from the remains of a fine filmy bag, at the apex of the displaced suture, it appeared that the liberation was effected by an expansion of air in that vessel, detaching it suddenly and perfectly from the surrounding envelope: but whatever the cause might be, a provision has been made for the free birth of this creature, in our imaginations perfectly unimportant, and even unknown but to a few, that manifests to any unprejudiced mind an original design, and that the most insignificant, equally with the higher order of beings, are the impartial objects of their Creator's bounty and care.' Towards the end of the month, the Phalana humuli, called by some the ghost-moth, makes its appearance, and continues visible during the greater part of the month of June. The female glow-worm is now seen on dry banks, about woods, pastures, and hedgeways. For directions respecting the capture of insects in this and other months, we again refer to Mr. Samouelle's Introduction to British Entomology, as it is the only book where this, and a variety of other important information regarding insects can be obtained. THE LARK.-This pleasing songster is our especial favourite; and who is there, that does not hail his notes with delight, and listen to them with rapture? Many a tribute, in the course of our lucubrations, have we offered to this interesting bird: we will yet add another and another. Some of our readers may have already seen the following pretty sketch, as it is taken from the Table Book' of the ingenious Mr. Hone; but this is, we think, of no import; it deserves to be removed to our collection of Natural History Curiosities, and will there shine like a jewel new set.' The EVENING LARK. I love thee better at this hour, when rest In the evening, the body, relaxed by the toil of the day, dis poses the mind to quietness and contemplation. The eye, dimmed by close application to books or business, languishes for the greenness of the fields; the brain, clouded by the smoke and vapour of close rooms and crowded streets, droops for the fragrance of fresh breezes, and sweet-smelling flowers. Summer cometh, The time is come No longer dumb. There he may hear sweet voices, Above his head shall tower; And the nightingale, if fearful, Shall soothe him from the bower. * If red his eye with study, If pale with care his cheek, To make them bright and ruddy, The quiet that it needeth His mind shall there obtain; A like on heart and brain. The air was cool and fitful, playing with the leaves, as not caring to stir them; and as I strayed, the silence was broken by the voice of a bird-it was the tit-lark. 1 recognized his beautiful weet' and 'fe-er,' as he dropped from the poplar among the soft grass. Evening closed over me: the hour came When darker shades around us thrown High in the cool and shadowy air rose the voice of a ský-lark, who had soared to take a last look at the fading day, singing his vespers. It was a sweeter lay than his morning or mid-day carol-more regular and less ardent-divested of the fervour and fire of his noontide song-its hurried loudness and shrill tones. The softness of the present melody suited the calm and gentle hour. I listened on, and imagined it was a bird I had heard in the autumn of last year: I recollected the lengthy and well-timed The greenness of the spring, and all its flowers; And cool and sleeping streams, and shading bowers; Is calmed with list'ning to the moaning wind, Since He had survived them, and had evaded the hawk in the cloud, and the snake in the grass. I felt an interest in this bird, for his lot had been like mine. The ills of life-as baleful to man as the bird of prey and the invidious reptile to the weakest of the feathered race had assailed me, and yet I had escaped. The notes in the air grew softer and fainter-I dimly perceived the flutter of descending wings-one short, shrill cry finished the song-darkness covered the earth-and I again sought human habitations, the abodes of carking cares, and heart-rending jealousies. In this month, the orchis will be found in moist pastures, distinguished by its broad, black spotted leaves, and spike of large purple flowers. The walnut has its flowers in full bloom. The banks of rills and shaded hedges are ornamented with the pretty tribe of speedwells, particularly the germander speedwell, the field mouse-ear, the dove's-foot crane's-bill, and the red campion; the two first of azure blue, and the two last of rose colour, intermixing their flowers with attractive variety. The country is now in perfection, every bush a nosegay, all the ground a piece of embroidery. The air, indeed, is enriched with native perfumes, and the whole creation seems to smile; on each tree we hear the voice of melody, and in every grove there is a concert of warbling music. Of birds, there is a beautiful description in Mr. Montgomery's Pelican Island,' a poem to be read again and again, and every time with renewed plea sure... Birds, the free tenants of land, air, and ocean, Thick without burthen, close as fishes' scales, With wings that might have had a soul within them, And harsh, yet in accordance with the waves M Every vibration of his thrilling throat, Pulse of his heart, and flutter of his pinions. I sang from very fulness of delight; The lilac, the barberry, and the maple, are now in flower. At the latter end of the month rye is in ear; the mountain-ash, laburnum, the guelder-rose, clover, columbines, with their singular and fantastic nectaries,—the alder, the wild chervil, the wayfaring tree, or wild guelder-rose, and the elm, have their flowers full blown. The various species of meadow grass are in flower. The buttercup spreads over the meadows; the coleseed in corn fields; bryony, the arum, or cuckoo-pint, in hedges; the Tartarian honeysuckle, and the Corchorus Japonica, now show their flowers. The hawthorn (white and pink) is usually in blossoin about the middle or end of the month. April hath shed prolific showers, And now May opes her own sweet flowers, The principal show of tulips takes place in this month (see T.T. for 1824, p. 158). The dazzling and gorgeous appearance of beds of tulips cannot fail to attract the notice of the most indifferent observer; some varieties of this elegant flower are very splendid, and unrivalled for the beauty of their exquisite colours. Some ingenious observations on the colours of plants, we extract from Dr. Drummond's First Steps to Botany, p. 252. The underside of leaves, in general, he observes, is much paler than the upper, and most flowers, even the thousand-coloured tulip,' is green until it expands, and experiences the contact of |