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!