A MORNING WALK. 



"The breezy call of incense breathing morn." Gray. 



HERE had been a shower of rain 

 during the night, not sufficient to 

 soak the earth, but just enough to 

 wash the dust off the leaves of the 

 trees, and to make the road com- 

 fortable to walk upon. How fresh 

 and cheering everything looks in 

 the cool of early morning. The 

 beech, oak, and birch trees are in 

 their lucious green, a marked contrast to the 

 deep dark green foliage of the Scots firs, with 

 their russet brown, weather-beaten trunks. The 

 horse chestnut is just now adorned with cone- 

 shaped flowers of a pleasing colour, which, 

 however, are very transient. 



