FEBRUARY 37 



We have much to be thankful for to make up for the 

 shortcomings of this moist climate of ours. For instance, 

 the joys that crown the long, wet winter, when the "rathe 

 primrose" stars the mossy copse, when the day has come 

 for the winter to bid a final adieu, and the sunlight seems 



to say 



" Gloomy winter's now awa'," 



and a hand invisible is 



" Leading up the golden year." 



