I hope that you and I, dear reader, may be able to get as many of these new dollars as we actually shall need, though perhaps none of us may ever have as many of them, or of any other kind of money, as we think we should like to have.
[A SONG OF SPRING.]
BY CAROLINE A. MASON.
O the sweet spring days when the grasses grow.
And the violets blow,
And the lads and the lassies a-maying go!
When the mosses cling in their velvet sheen,