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. 



Keble. 



How sweet is the coining in of Summer ! Many 

 a brilliant day of sunshine tlie too willing heart gi'eets 

 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 



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