JUNE 



THE HOT MOON 



T F I were wise, or indeed if I were but willing 

 to take a common-sense view of my own 

 limitations, I would leave a blank page in my 

 book, headed by the name of the first of the 

 summer months, and would go on my way 

 sure that June means a different thing for each 

 man and woman who has had Junes to remem- 

 ber ; who has Junes to enjoy, or Junes to hope 

 for ; sure, also, that each one is content with 

 his own thoughts, and has no need of mine. 

 It is a part of the egotism of everyone who 

 fancies that he cannot well leave the world 

 before he has written one book, that he cannot 

 brook the thought of an unfilled page, and so, 

 when I think of what a garden might be, I 

 turn my back on self-restraint, and begin to 

 cover more paper with raptures. 



It is time to close doors. Think! there 

 will be but thirty of these perfect days, and it 

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