I 



SPRING. 



Gentle spring ! in sunshine clad, 



Well dost thou thy power display ! 

 For winter makest the light-hearted sad, 



And thou, thou makest the sad heart gay." 



Longfellow. 



T is a morning in 

 early spring. The 

 sun is not yet risen, but 

 the warmth of colour 

 in the east proclaims 

 his coming. The air is 

 keen and clear ; the 

 palings and hedge are 

 covered \vith hoar frost, 

 and a nippy, tingling 

 feeling runs through the 

 fingers and makes the 

 nose take on a blae- 



P.ED WAGTA.L 



