THIS is summer's zenith. To-day she stands 

 in the full beauty, the perfection of her 

 young womanhood. " With June our cup is full, 

 our hearts are satisfied, there is no more to be 

 desired." 



Fulness of joy is also the portion of the little 

 woodland folk. Listen to their merry chatter 

 and happy songs! What activity, what alert- 

 ness, what superabundance of delight! Kind 

 chance or wondering impulse will lead many of 

 the little forest creatures our way to-day; we 

 need not saunter to find them. So let us rest and 

 watch under these sheltering pines, where the soft 

 breezes will visit us, and the fragrance of honey- 

 suckles and roses will be wafted to us, and all the 

 delights of a perfect June day will be ours. 



Over yonder, pressed against an old elm-trunk, 

 I see four young flickers ; the children of our ac- 



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