About the 15th of this month you may expectour Mr. -- , with the usual Spring Seed, etc., Catalogues.? Florist?s Announcement. 


It?s forty in the shade to-day, the spouting eaves declare;
The boulders nose above the drift, the southern slopes are bare;
Hub-deep in slush Apollo?s car swings north along the Zod-
iac. Good luck, the Spring is back, and Pan is on the road!

His house is Gee & Tellus? Sons, ? so goes his jest with men ?
He sold us Zeus knows what last year; he?ll take us in again.
Disguised behind the livery-team, fur-coated, rubber-shod ?
Yet Apis from the bull-pen lows ? he knows his brother God!

Now down the lines of tasseled pines the yearning whispers wake ?
Pithys of old thy love behold! Come in for Hermes?s sake!
How long since that so-Boston boot with reeling Maenads ran!
Numen adest! Let be the rest. Pipe and we pay, O Pan.

(What though his phlox and hollyhocks ere half a month demised?
What though his ampelopsis clambered not as advertised?
Though every seed was guaranteed and every standard true ?
Forget, forgive they did not live! Believe, and buy anew!)

Now o?er a careless knee he flings the painted page abroad ?
Such bloom hath never eye beheld this side of Eden Sword;
Such fruit Pomona marks her own, yea, Liber oversees,
That we may reach (one dollar each) the Lost Hesperides!

Serene, assenting, unabashed, he writes our orders down: ?
Blue Asphodel on all our paths ? a few true bays for crown ?
Uncankered bud, immoral flower, and leaves that never fall ?
Apples of Gold, of Youth, of Health ? and ? thank you, Pan, that?s all?.

He?s off along the drifted pent to catch the Windsor train,
And swindle every citizen from Keene to Lake Champlain.
But where his goat?s-hoof cut the crust ? beloved, look below ?
He?s left us (I?ll forgive him all) the may-flower `neath her snow!