OF 



HE month of March that 

 came in with wind and rain, 

 and went out with blue sky, 

 bright sun, and gentle air, 

 was entirely in accord with 

 the spirit of the old proverb. 



t|jNr Quite in keeping with his 

 character was the contrast 

 between the calm sunshine 

 of his closing days and the 

 stormy temper of his youth. 

 Nothing in his life, indeed, became him like the 

 leaving of it. And the opening days of April have been 

 days of splendour still, in spite of the pitiless winds. The 

 trees everywhere are breaking into leaf, their fresh green 

 untarnished by the cruel winds that so often at this 



