"For there, in thickest shade of myrtles fair,. FAIRFAX'S Translation. Another charming passage there is in this poem, which Spenser has imitated in the twelfth canto of his second book: "Vezzosi augelli, infra le verdi fronde, Temprano a prova lascivette note; Canto xvi. "The joyous birds, hid under greenwood shade, The beauties of the different seasons, particularly of the spring and autumn, have frequently em ployed the poet's pen: "Moist, bright, and green, the landscape laughs around. Full swell the woods; their every music wakes, Mix'd in wild concert, with the warbling brooks And hollow lows responsive from the vales ; Then spring the living herbs, profusely wild, In silent search, or through the forest, rank Their seeds abroad, blown them about in winds THOMSON. Gawin Douglas has a lively description of the spring, which has been modernized by Mr. Fawkes. It is addressed to May, upon whom the beauties of spring are frequently lavished by the English poet. The poets of France and Italy more frequently bestow them upon April, who shows a more pleasant aspect and amiable disposition towards them than she does in this country. The young and joyous spirit of spring sheds its sweet influence upon every thing: the streams sparkle and ripple in the noon-day sun, and the birds carol tipseyly their merriest ditties. It is surely the loveliest season of the year! Yet, hold! summer follows; and how beautiful is summer! the trees are heavy with fruit and foliage; the sun is bright and cheering in the morning; the shade of broad and leafy boughs is refreshing at noon; and the calm breezes of the evening whisper gently through the leaves, which reflect the liquid light of the moon, when she is seen -" lifting her silver rim Above a cloud, and with a gradual swim Yet And autumn-some will not hesitate to say that spring itself must yield to russet autumn. one advantage has spring, in being the herald of the year's ripe beauties; whereas autumn is daily warning us of the approach of the chill blasts of winter; and winter, it must be confessed, is the least beauteous of the seasons, though for many of our home-loving countrymen, it has, perhaps, more comforts than any other season. Philips expatiates warmly upon the fantastic freaks of winter's frost, in his Letter from Copenhagen: "And yet but lately have I seen, even here, Ere yet the clouds let fall the treasured snow, The stag, in limpid currents, with surprise, Sees crystal branches on his forehead rise; The spreading oak, the beech, and towering pine, The crackling wood beneath the tempest bends, The following lines upon winter, addressed to the memory of Mr. Thomas Philips, would apply to the writer of this celebrated winter-piece: "Nor were his pleasures unimproved by thee: Is by thy genius fix'd, preserved, and warm'd.” The foliage of the wood begins in early summer to exhibit a variety of hues; greens infinitely varied; but the rich though sober dress of autumn is diversified also with yellow, brown, and red. "But see, the fading many-coloured woods, Shade deepening over shade, the country round To sooty dark. These now the lonesome Muse, Incessant rustles from the mournful grove; THOMSON'S Autumn. "So when derne Autumn, wyth hys sallowe hande, |