ALL our best literature teems with allusions to gardens; most happy do wo esteem those who resemble the man of whom it was said, " The fields his study, Nature was bis book".

Leigh Hunt's " Sudden 'Fine Weather" contains some verses that, for sprightliness and novelty of thought, will strike some of our readers. He suggests:

"Ah, friends! methinks it were a pleasant sphere If, like the trees, we blossomed every year; If locks crew thick again, and rosy dyes Returned in cheeks, and raciness in eyes, And all around us, vital to the tips, The human orchard laugh d with cherry lips'

Lord! What a burst of merriment and play, Fair dames, were that! and what a first of May! So natural is the wish, that bards gone by Have left it, all, in some immortal sigh!"

This is all very agreeable to think about; but see how he dashes cold water on the idea, in the succeeding lines!

" And yet the winter months were not so well; Who would like chancing, as the seasons fell ? Fade every year; and stare, midst ghastly friends, With falling hairs, and stuck-out fingers' ends? Besides, this tale of youth, that comes again, Is no more true of apple-trees than men. The Swedish sage, the Newton of the flowers,' Who first found out those worlds of paramours, Tells us, that every blossom that we see Boasts in its walls a separate family; So that a tree is but a sort of stand, That holds those filial fairies in its hand;

Just as Swift's giant might have held a bevy

Of Lilliputian ladies, or a levee.

It is not he that blooms; it is his race,

Who honour his old arms, and hide his rugged face.

Te wits and bards then, pray discern your duty,

And learn the lastingness of human beauty.

Tour finest fruit to some two months may reach:

I've known a cheek at forty like a peach".

It must be admitted the above is well considered, thoughtfully expressed, and attractive enough in its way; but it is right to give a little moral along with the verses; it is conveyed in lively metre, and here it is the poet„ still Leigh Hunt, an especial favorite as an essayist as well as rhymer, is making an attack upon high living, and the warnings which great feeders exhibit in their eyes, noses, etc.; and this is the moral:

"This made, t'other day, a physician declare, That disease, bona fide, was a part of our fare.

For example, he held that a plate of green fruit Was not only substance, but colic to boot; That veal, besides making an exquisite dish, Was a fine indigestion, and so was salt fish: That a tongue was most truly a thing to provoke, Hasty-pudding slow poison, and trifle no joke. Had you asked him accordingly what was the fare, When he dined t'other day with the vicar or mayor, He'd have said, " Oh, of course, everything of the best, Gout, headache, and fever, and pain in the chest." 'Twas thus too at table, when helping the meat, He'd have you encourage the people to eat, - As "Pray, sir, allow me, - a slice of this gout; I could get no St. Anthony's fire - it's quite out.

Mr. P. there, - more night-mare? my hand's quite at leisure?

A glass of slow fever? I'm sure with much pleasure.

My dear Mrs. H. why your plate's always empty 1

Now can't a small piece of this agony tempt ye?

And then leaning over, with spoon and with smile,

Do let me Miss Betsey, - a little more bile?

Have I no more persuasion with you too, Miss Virtue ?

A little, I'm sure, of this cough couldn't hurt you".

The conclusion is too good to omit:

"Each his ways, each his wants, and then taking our food, 'Tis exercise turns it to glad-flowing blood.

We must shun, it is true, what we find doesn't suit.

With our special digestions, - wine, water, or fruit; But from all kinds of action one thing we may learn, - That nature'11 indulge us provided we earn. We study her fields, and find " books in her brooks;" We range them, ride, walk, and come safe from the cooks.

Thus I look upon shoes whiten'd thickly with dust, As entitling the bearer to double pie-crust; A mere turnpike ticket's a passport to lamb, But a row up the Thames lands you safely at Ham".

All which, if it strikes the reader as it does us as very pleasant, will help to make the volume of 1858 readable some day when it snows or rains.