POETRY
... PCET RY. THE MELANCHOLY MONTH OF MAX'I The poets sing the marrv month of Mlay, But surely Nature noxer looked so glum- Where are tho flowers that make all Nature gay? Where are the bees > Alas'- they-re all a-hum. Where are the blossonis that should rem the bowers ? This vear they nmakje a very sorry SlOw; For, wlhat with himsterous w.inds and peltig showers, The burds are '.-ovwn away before ...