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CHAPTER IV.

"When round thy wondrous works below
My searching rapturous glance I throw,
Tracing out wisdom, power, and love,
In earth or sky, in stream or grove;—
Let not my heart within me burn,
Except in all I Thee discern."

Кeble.

How sweet is the coming in of Summer! Many a brilliant day of sunshine, the too willing heart greets as "the glorious summer time," which, after all, we are compelled to confess is not the genuine thing; and though it is pleasant, we unreluctantly hurry in to the fireside again. But at last we say, "This is the first real summer day we have had!" and there is really no mistake about it. Cold days may come, and will come after it; but we feel that we have really tasted the sweets of the genial season; she has looked upon us with her sunny laughing face, and will not now go away again.

There was a delicious haze spread over cliff and bank as we set out, a family party, to enjoy a morning stroll near the end of May. I will not say it was "formosissimus annus;" that was scarcely come yet; but it was a true summer morning. White cloudlets were dimpling the blue heaven, and fleeting gaily along before the pleasant breeze, that imparted the