Signs Of Rain

[The follovsing pleasaut linea, attiïbuted i an old book to Dr. Jenuer, contain nearly al the observed sigus of rain. Il is supposed ti have been writteu as an excuse to a friend fo deferrir.g aii invitation to a country excursión Many of these signs may be tliought ven childisl), and perhaps be ascribed to supei stition ; but they are really based upon we! knowD luws, and can be scientifically explaiuei by a reference to thein :J '! ïlie hollow winds begin to blow, The clojKÏs look black, the glass ís low, The seot falls down, tlie sti&niels sleep, And spiders fiom their cobwebs creep, Last niglit the sun went pale to bed, The moon in halos hid her head, The boding shephenl heaves a sigh, For see ! a rainbow spans the sky, The walls are damp, the ditciies smell, Closed is the pink-eyed pimpernel, Hark ! huw the chairs and tables crack, Old Betty's joints are on the rack, Her eorns with ahobtiuo pain torment her, And to her bed üutiniely sent her, The snioke frttta chimneys right ascends, Then Éprendtng back to earth it bends. The wind unateady veers around, Or setting in the south is found, The tendel colts on back do He, Nor heed the traveler passing by. In liery red the sun doth rise, Then wadesthr'gh clouds lomount theskies. Lond flUftCk the ducks, the peacocks ciy, The distan; liills are looking nih, How restless are the söoring swine ! The busy ilies disturb the kine. Low o'er the grass tlie swallow wings ; The cricket, too, how loud it siuas I Puss on Üie hearth with velvet paws, Sits snioothing o'er her wl.iekered jaws. Through tlie clear stream fislies nse, And nimbly calch the Inoautibua ilies. The .sheep 'were seen at early light, Cropping thöir meads with eager bite. Through June the air is cold aud chili; The uiellow b'ackbird's voiea is still ; The glow-wonns iiumerous and b, ight, lUuined the dewey dell laat night. At dusk the squalid toad was seen, Hopping, crawling o'er the green. The íVog has lost bis yellow vest, And in a dingy suitis dressed. The leech, dibturbed is newly risen, Quite to the suumiit of his prison. The whiiüug wind the dust obeya, And in the rapid eddy plays. Sly dog, so altered iii lus taste Quits inuttuu bones, on grass to feast, And nee yon rookx, how r,üd their llight They imilate the gliding kite; Or seem precipítate to fall, As if they feit the piercing ball. 'Twill surely rail). I see, with sorrow, jcuruey must be put ofl to monow."