324 NATHANIEL SOUTHGATE SHALER 



alert eye for broken bottles, orange-peels, banana-skins, and 

 guinea-pigs. 



At Malvern, where, as usual, Mr. Shaler stopped for a course 

 of water-cure treatment before sailing, the world was fresh and 

 green, but there was a desperate chill in the air and the heavily 

 laden sky hung low, so low that one seemed literally to walk 

 with one's head in the clouds. At Boston in the month of May 

 we found the arch of heaven had receded ; it was far off, cold, 

 and apparently unattainable: instead of leaves, icicles hung 

 from the branches of the trees, and the thin, shining snow that 

 covered the ground showed, though very nearly in the same 

 latitude, how far removed in climate Boston was from Florence. 



