XXI. 



MORNINQ IN SUMMER. 



NATURE, for the delight of waking eyes, has arrayed 

 the morning heavens in the loveliest hues of beauty,. 

 Fearing to dazzle by an excess of light, she first an 

 nounces day by a faint and glimmering twilight, then, 

 sheds a purple tint over the brows of the rising morn,, 

 and infuses a transparent ruddiness throughout the 

 whole atmosphere. As daylight widens, successive 

 groups of mottled and rosy-bosomed clouds assemble 

 on the gilded sphere, and, crowned with wreaths of fickle- 

 rainbows, spread a mirrored flush over hill, grove, and 

 lake, and every village spire is burnished with their 

 splendor. At length through crimsoned vapors we 

 behold the sun's broad disc, rising with a countenance- 

 so serene, that every eye may view him, ere he arrays 

 himself in his meridian brightness. Not many people- 

 who live in towns are aware of the pleasure attending- 

 a ramble near the woods and orchards at daybreak iin 

 the early part of summer. The drowsiness we feel on. 

 rising from our beds is gradually dispelled by the clear 

 and healthful breezes of early day, and we soon experi 

 ence an unusual amount of vigor and elasticity. Nature 

 has so ordered her bounties and her blessings, as to- 



