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JUNE. 



thousand volumes of delightful literature in 

 our pockets, then indeed might one be a most 

 patient angler though taking not a single fin. 

 What luxurious images would there float 

 through the mind ! Gray could form no idea 

 of heaven superior to lying on a sofa, and read- 

 ing novels ; but it is in the flowery lap of June 

 that we can best climb 



Up to the sunshine of uncumbered ease. 



How delicious, too, are the evenings become. 

 The frosts and damps of spring are past : the 

 earth is dry: the night air is balmy and re- 

 freshing : the glow-worm has lit her lamp : the 

 bat is circling about: the fragrant breath of 

 flowers steals into our houses : and the moth 

 flutters against the darkening pane. Go forth 

 when the business of the day is over, thou 

 who art pent in city toils, and stray through 

 the newly shot corn, along the grassy and 

 hay-scented fields; linger beside the solitary 

 woodland; the gale of heaven is stirring its 

 mighty and umbrageous branches. The wild- 

 rose, with its flowers of most delicate odour, 

 and of every tint, from the deepest red to the 

 purest pearl ; the wreathed and luscious honey- 



