But May-Day is not all that charms us in the blushing month. All through its sunny days there is the song of birds, and the odor of flowers, and the waving of green grass, the more beautiful because we have just emerged, from the snows of Winter, the blustering winds of March, and the fickle skies of April. Everything is budding and breaking into life. If you go out into the fields you can almost hear the grass growing. The garden has a thousand colors, and they all mingle in harmony. The birds greet you at morning beneath your window, and your favorite steed gambols at your approach in wanton joy. The winds murmur low like rushes by the river side, the hills are covered once more with verdure, and the delicious greenness of the meadow land is past the poet’s pen. And most of all, the ONE whom for years you have loved, seems to grow more beautiful daily, smiling and carolling around you, to your eyes more lovely than when you first won her for your bride. May! bright beautiful May, why tarry the wheels of thy chariot? J. S. April, 1841. * * * * * LIFE. Oh! life is but a dream, A sunbeam’s play, A flower on a stream Passing away. A song upon the air, A festal gay, A something wondrous fair Passing away. A prison-house of woe, A wintry day, A dark gulf’s ceaseless flow Passing away. A bird upon the wing, A meteor ray, A wild mysterious thing Passing away. R. E. J. * * * * * THE SWEET BIRDS ARE SINGING: A MUCH ADMIRED DUETT; ARRANGED FOR THE PIANO FORTE, BY J. MOSCHELLES. Philadelphia, John F. Nunns, 184 Chesnut Street. [Illustration: musical score] First and Second Voice: The sweet birds are winging From arbour to spray, from arbour to spray, And [Illustration: musical score] First and Second Voice: cheerily singing Of spring time and May, merry May, merry May. Sing, shepherds sing with me, Cheerily, cheerily, Sing, shepherds sing with me, Merry, Merry May 2 Our dear girls to meet us, Are now on their way, With garlands to greet us, And songs of the May. Sing shepherds, &c. &c. 3 The cattle are lowing, Come! up from your hay, Lads! let us be going, The morning is May. Sing shepherds, &c. &c. * * * * * SPORTS AND PASTIMES. DOG BREAKING.