XIX. 



JUNE. 



Already do we feel the influence of a more genial 

 sky ; a maturer verdure gleatns from every part of the 

 landscape, and a prouder assemblage of wild flowers 

 reminds us of the arrival of summer. The balmy south- 

 west reigns the undisturbed monarch of the weather; 

 the chill breezes rest quietly upon the serene bosom of 

 the deep, and the ocean, as tranquil as the blue canopy 

 of heaven, yields itself to the warm influences of the 

 summer sun, as if it were conscious of the blessing of 

 his beams. The sun rides, like a proud conqueror, over 

 three quarters of the heavens ; and as if delighted with 

 his victory over the darkness, smiles with unwonted com- 

 placency upon the beautiful things which' are rejoicing 

 in his presence. Twilight refuses to leave the brows of 

 night ; and her morning and evening rays meet and blend 

 together at midnight, beneath the polar sphere. She 

 twines her celestial rosy wreaths around the bosoms of 

 the clouds, that rival in beauty the terrestrial garlands of 

 summer. The earth and the sky seem to emulate each 

 other in their attempts to beautify the temples of nature 

 and of the Deity.; and while the one is hanging out her 

 drapery of silver and vermilion over the sapphirine arches 



