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Winter chill and drear hath fled, And with rental wreathed head Nymphs and Dryads All the grove With their joyous songs of levs; Strewing flowers in the way Os the young and smiling Nay. Boses red and lilbea pale Deck the mountain and the vale; Jasmine sweet and hyacinth rare Shed their perfume on the air; Virgin bower and columbine In close embrace together twine. Hearts beat high and songs of love Lond resound from every grove; Hasten maidens, hither bring Faireat flowers of the Spring; Joyful weave a garland gay For our chosen Queen of Hay. Girls advance to Hay with a crown of flowers. ADDRESS TO HAY. Faik Hat:—Behold around thee gathered the loved companions of thy toils and sports. ' See turned to thee each well-known face, ra diant with joyful sympathy and wreathed in smiles. On this glad day our hearts swelling with the joy that animates all nature at the return of Spring, we gather here to give our feelings play and devote a passing hour to mirth and pleasures innocent. And thou our well be loved art the appointed of our choice to lead the merry throng. To deck thy brow a crown we bring. No irksome weight of silver or ol gold, hung with jewels and with care ; nor pearl nor diamond torn from the ocean's abyss or the dark boßom of the earth by slavish hands, glitter on its rim, but rich it is iu Ibe fair gems of hill aud vale, gathered tor thee by willing bands aud gladsome hearts. Light may it sit encircled on thy brow, emblem ol thy companions love and choice. This sceptre, too, receive m, token of com mand. Light be thy rule, joyous be thy office. About thy steps may mirth and pleasure fol low, which thou epjoyiug to all thy followers graciously dispense. ADDRESS OF MAY QUEEN. Rind Friends and Patrons :—To these our mimic rports be welcome ail. Deem not our pageantry a vain and useless show, but from our lightsome merriment this lessen learn, that all is pleasant to the joyous heart. If to the gloomy soul that will not recognize the gracious Providence that rules'the world in kindnesß and in love, Winter is but a lime of storms, Spring of idle painted flowers, Sum mer of toil, and Autumn of unhealthy heats or chilling blasts—childhoods fresh heart, un tainted by remorse or impure ambition, in each a thousand pleasures finds, a thousand pure delights, content to enjoy the day nor backward looks with vain regret, nor forward with undue desire. Once more be children in your heartß, dismiss corroding care and sym pathise with us who ever best express our gratitude by our joy. Good lieges all, this day by long observance hallowed, give we to joy with not unthankful hearts. Ab roll the seasons in their course, nature awakes to a new life. The azure sky resplendent in its glory, the plain in living verdue clad and gemmed with richest flowers, the wood made vocal by the feathered choir, the genial zephyrs whispering through the leafy boughs, the crystal brook, bat yesterday in icy fetters, silent bound, but now leaping with merry laughter o'er its pebbly bed, all tell of beauty, happiness and love. The Winter with its frosts and snows, its mission done, has passed away, again to come in its due time with its endearing sports and merry Christmas tide, and now the joyous Spring is come with bad and blossom num berless, fair augury of Summer’s fruits and Autumn’s harvest. Pass we the time to grateful joy devoted in becoming sports and innocent mirth; away be frowns and sighs and unbecoming tears; on evrey countenance let pleasure beam and every Up be wreathed in smUes, and be Bhe queen among us who most deeply feels and earnestly enjoys the bounteous gifts which a kind Heaven bestows. SONG. To God above our songs of love, In unison we raise; For He is love, all things above, JL,_ Deserving of our praise. THE SOUTHERN FIELD AND FIRESIDE. The birds of air His anxious care With gladsome song proclaim; v Each flowret fair with beauty rare Doth glorify His name. Nor let the tongue of infant young Be sUent while all sing. Our ranks among, let there be sung The love of Nature’s King. His joyful day of smiUng Hay ■ Brings pleasure to each heart; Then in our play or simple lay Let Him, too, find a part. WISDOH. It is with life as with coffee—he who would have it pleasant must'not drain it to the dregs. Wealth brings care and apprehension. Nothing in the world, says a wise saw, is so ranch afraid as a miUion of dollars. That young man who drinks, bets, swears, gambles, and idles away his time, is on a thi n place in the ice. It is vain to talk about the equality of tbe sexea They are not equal. The smile or tear of woman will conquer man. To ridicule old age is to pour cold water in tbe bed where you must sleep. Anger your friend, and you will be surprised to find what a villain you are, even in his es timation. Give a man brains and riches aud he is a king ; give him brains, without riches, and he is a slave; give him riches without brains, and be is a fool. There are a great many beams in the eyes of ladies, but they are generally all sunbeams. Impossibilities, like visions and dogs, fly be fore him who is not afraid of them. Os all the compliments, envy, though the most undoubted, is tbe most ungracious. Shut not up a brood of evil passions in your bosom. Like enraged serpents they will bite their cage. The gates of Heaven are low-archud; we must enter upon oar knees. , Those who need not God's writ are often compelled to heed the Sheriff's. Slander not others because they have elan dered you. Bite not a reptile because you have been bitten by him. As some men gaze with admiration at the colors of a tulip, or the wings of a butterfly, so I was, by nature, says a piquent writer, an admirer of happy human faces. It is not well to be much displeased with harmless delusions that tend to make us happy. Drunkenness is the study of madness. Choose the best kind of life,* and custom will soon make it agreeable. Temperance is tbe source of great peace and tranquility to meD, for it brings their desires and aversions under tite laws of reason. Nature's real wants are few; but tho cravings of fancy are infinite. Avarice is more opposite to economy than liberality. We confess small faults byway of insinua ting that we have no great ones. The proudest man on earth is but a pauper fed and clothed by the bounty of Heaven. He that earns an estate will keep it longer than he that finds It. Hodesty—A beautiful flower that flourishes in secret places. Children should be taught to respect the aged, to feel for the oppressed, and to sympa thize with the unfortunate. There are proud men of so much delicacy that it almost conceals their pride and perfect ly excuses it. Girls, remember that the man who bows, smiles, and many soft things to you, has no genuine love; while he who loves most sincerely, struggles to hides the weakness of his heart,* and frequently appears decidedly awkward. It is justly remarked by a cotemporary, “that there is no widow so utterly widowed in in circumstances as she who has a drunken husband; no orphans so perfectly desolate as they who have a drunkard fora father.” Let no man be ashamed of a hard fist or a sunburnt countenance. Let him be ashamed only of ignorance and sloth. Let no man be ashamed of poverty. Let him only be ashamed of idleness and dishenesty. He that hath pity on another man's sorrow shall be kept from it himself; but be that de lighted in and scorneth the misery of another, shall, at one time or another, fall into it him self. , WIT. A certain English General, who was a prisoner in Albany in the time of the Revolu. tionary war, dined with an Irishman. Before entering upon the wine the General remarked to his host, that after drinking be was very apt to abuse Irishmen, for which he hoped his ost would excuse him in advance. “By my soul, General, 1 will do that,” said his host, “if you will excuse a trifling fault which I have myself. It is this : whenever I hear a man abusing ould Ireland, I have a sad fault of cracking his sconce with my shillalab.” The General was civil through the whole evening. Sound Philosophy. —At a recent examina tion of a school in P , Essex county, one of the committee proposed the lollowing ques tions to a boy who was studying natural phil osophy : “Can you explain the principles of adhe sion ?" (Hesitates.) "What keeps your body to gether ?' ’ Ans.—“Wittles and drink.’’ “What are the uses of a h ver? (Boy is nonplussed.) If you had a l"« in the ditch, how would you get it out ?" Ans.—“l’d bitch on a yoke ol cattle." Tho committee man "give up.” t Couldn't Speak Skkncii —An American in Paris went to a m -Luurant to get his dinner. Unacquaiuted with tho French language, yet unwilling to how his ignorance,'he pointed to the tirtn tine on the bill of fare, and the polite waiter brought him a plate of fragrant beef soup. Thia was very woll, and when it wjs dispatched he pointed to the aecond line Tne waiter understood him perfectly, and brought vegetable soup. “Rather more roup than I want,” thought be, “but it ia Peris fashion." Ho duly pointed to the third line, and a plate of tapioca broth was nrouglit him ; again to the fourth, and was furnished.with a bowl of preparation of arrow .root.. He tried the fifth line, and was supplied with some gruel kept for invalids. Tho bystanders now sup posed that they saw an unfortunate individual who had lost all his teeth, and our friend tried to get as far from the soup as possible, pointed in despair to the last line on the bill of fase. The intelligent waiter, who saw m once what he wanted, politely handed bim—a bunch of toothpicks. This was too much—our country man paid his bill, and incontinently left. Punch says, it has been proposed to tax stays, but it was objected to on the ground that it would diminish consumption. The lady who tried to keep her preserves in a family jar, found they were soon soured. No one knows anything ot himself till he is tried. Trial is the touchstone es the char acter. The coquette, who wins and sacks lovers, would, if she were a military conqueror, win and sack cities. A confectioner iu New York has brought his business to such perfection that be is now offering to the public his candi(e)d opinion. Dr. Franklin says that every little fragment of the day should be saved. Oh, yes, the mo ment she breaks, set yourself to work to save the pieces. A schoolmaster out West posted in his school room the following : “ Notis—No swarin, cusain. or runnin abowt luse or hol lerin’ in this scul.” “Bill, you scamp, if you had your due you’d get a good whipping.” “I know it, daddy, but ‘bills’ are not always paid when they come due." The character of the person who commends you is to be considered, before you act much on his praise. A Lazy Fellow.—An exchange tells of a ■ lazy chap who had the reputation of being the laziest man alive in the region, so lazy, indeed, that he used to weed his garden in a rocking chair, by rocking forward to take hold of the weed, and back to uproot it—had away of fishing peculiarly his own. He used to drive his old white-faced mare to the spot where the tautog (black fish) might be depended on for any weight, from two to twelve pounds—back his gig down to the water side—put out his line, and the tautog was safely hooked, start the old mare and pull him out. * ■ n > sci i l Written for the Southern Field and Fireside.J I TWO YEARS HENCE. BY ZULIKME. ’Twaa a lovely place where we sat side by side, that balmy evening in early spring, a cherished friend and 1. Above us waved the Spreading i branches of some stately trees, overrun with fra grant "jasmine; around us were numberless flowers of the wood ; while at our feet the modest violets played hide and seek amid the velvety moss and long grass that grew all the way down to the water’s edge; and the music of birds abovo blended sweetly with the ripple of the water as it hastened on its course to the broad river below. We had always been friends, and interested in the same phrsnits from the time we read our first fairy tale together, to this happier period when we were merging from the early spring time of life into the brighter, more beautiful summer, and were realizing in all its joy the poetry of girl hood. When we were children we played together beneath the old trees, that suirounded my early home, and rosined hand in hand through the dim woodland, and beside the murmuring waters, where the fairies wade their home ; and, in later years, wo pored over the same lessons in the old sohool house, or read from the pages of some favorite author. Bat the hour that was sweetest to ns was when all sterner duties were „ver, and weweulonour woodland ramble in search of flowers. On these occasions our footsteps ever tnrued to this mossy dell, and, as we sat on the bank, we to9»ed our flowers, one by one, into the sparkling water, and wove many a plan for that far off future, whioh we deemed had so many blessings in store for us. Ah .' had the veil been lifted, aud had we caught a view of the scene that opened along the dim vista of coming years, we would have seen these bright visions, like the flowers on the water, drifting, drifting, ever on ward ! ever beyond our grasp ! ’till they perished amid the breakers of a perilous ocean. The evening of which I write was a M*y day full of promise for a beautiful summer, and our feelings were in keeping with the scene—so joy ous, so full of hope. That was our farewell in terview. On the morrow I was to bid adieu to the “scenes of my childhood’s sunny years." ami seek a home among the mountains of the Old North State, and we had gone to our loved re treat to enjoy it undisturbed. We conversed long and pleasantly of the past and the many joy- it had brought to us. Our lives had been one unclouded day-no great sor row had fallen upon us to damp the joyousness of of our young lives ; none of our “ great hopes” had “set," and brought iho shadows of a “coming lonely night.” We knew nothing of despair, and the drear influence it imparts to human hearts. And we fondly dreamed that all of mortal life might be as pleasant as the past had been to ns. Ah! we had yet to learn that Charlotte Bronte spoke trnthfnlly when she said : “Sorrow must come sometime to all,” and that we were to verify the prediction: ‘‘They who scarcely taste in their youth, often have a more , bitter and brimming cap to drain in after life.” Bat,'my reader, do I too often presage the gather, ing gloom? Then, ’tis because I view life and its fitful dreams through the medium of disap pointment and tears. “When shall we come here again?” I asked almost sadly, scarcely expecting a reply. “ Two years hence !” said Lillie, a bright smile lighting up the pensive face. “ Are yon sure, little prophetess ?” “0, yes, quite sore ; do yon remember a mu. tual agreement we entered into one day—that one would act as first bridesmaid to the other ?” “ Yes, I remember, and if I had forgotten it, I have had occasion to recall it lately, as I have been expecting to be called upon to fulfill my part ot tjie contract, eh, Lillie?” “ Well, ’twas to remind yon of yonr promise that I wished yon to come here this evening. You must promise me that you will come back for that if you are ever so far away, as a great part of my happiness will depend upon your fulfilling this promise. Will yon, Annie . 5