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From Ale1ander's Messenger.
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From AteTdnder'S messenger.


APRIL.
OF all the months that fill the year.
Give Aprl's month to me;
For earth and sky are then so filled
With sweet variety!
The apple blossoms shower of pearl,
The pear trees roster hue,
AS beautiful as woman's blush:
As evanescent too.
The purple light, that like sigh,
Comes from the violet bed,
AS there the perfumes of the East
Had all their odors shed.
The wild braf rose, a fragrant cup,
To hold the mourning tear;
The brides eye, like Il sapphire star,
The primrose, pale like fear.
The balls that hang like drilted snow,
Upon the guelder rose
The woodbine's fairy trumpets, where
The elf his war note blows.
On every bow there is bird,
In every bud flower;
But scarcely bud or flower will last
Beyond the April hour.
Now comes a shower cloud DER the sky,
Then all again sunshine;
The clouds again, but frightened with
The rainbow's colored line.
Ave, this, is the month for me;
could not love scene,
Where the blue sky was always blue,
The green earth always green.
1t is like love; oh, love should be
An ever-changng thing;
The loye that could worship must
Be ever on the wing.
The chain my mistress filings around me
Must be both brief and bright,
Or formed of opals, which will change
With every changing light.
Tomorrow she must turn to sighs
The smiles she wore to-day:
This moments look Of tenderness,
The next one must be gay.
Sweet April! thou the emblem art
OF what my love must be;
Oh, varying like the varying bloom
Is just the love for me.


ga man can't help what is done b
hind his back" as the loafer said whe
he was kicked out Of doors.


Said purchaser to horse deale
is that animal sure footed?


Perfectly, said the jocky, when h
puts his foot down, you'd think b
