66 STRAWBERRIES. 



to follow, but the wild delicacy and fillip of the straw- 

 berry are never repeated, that keen feathered edge 

 greets the tongue in nothing else. 



Let me not be afraid of overpraising it, but probe 

 and probe for words to hint its surprising virtues. 

 We may well celebrate it with festivals and music. 

 It has that indescribable quality of all first things 

 that shy, uncloying, provoking barbed sweetness. It 

 * is eager and sanguine as youth, dt is born of the 

 copious dews, the fragrant nights, the tender skies, 

 the plentiful rains of the early season. The singing 

 of birds is in it, and the health and frolic of lusty 

 nature. It is the product of liquid May touched by 

 the June sun. It has the tartness, the briskness, the 

 unruliness of spring, and the aroma and intensity 

 of summer. ; y a 



Oh, the strawberry days ! how vividly they come 

 back to one ! The smell of clover in the fields, of 

 blooming rye on the hills, of the wild grape beside 

 the woods, and of the sweet honeysuckle and spiraea 

 about the house. The first hot, moist days. The 

 \ daisies and buttercups, the songs of the birds, their 

 first reckless jollity and love-making over, the full 

 tender foliage of the trees, the bees swarming, and the 

 air strung with resonant musical chords. The time 

 of the sweetest and most succulent grass, when the 

 cows come home with aching udders. Indeed, the 

 strawberry belongs to the juiciest time of the year. 



What a challenge it is to the taste, how it bite? 

 back again ! and is there any other sound like the 



