XXI. 



MORNINQ IN SUMMER. 



Nature, for the delight of waking eyes, has arrayed' 

 the morning heavens in the loveliest hues of beauty.. 

 Feariiig to dazzle by an excess of light, she first an- 

 nounces day by a faint and glimmering twilight, theni 

 sheds a purple tint over the brows of the rising morn,, 

 and infuses a transparent ruddiness throughout the- 

 whole atmosphere. As daylight widens, successive 

 groups of mottled and rosy-bosomed clouds assemble- 

 on the gilded sphere, and, crowned with wreaths of fickle 

 rainbows, spread a mirrored flush over hill, grove, and 

 lake, and every village spire is burnished with their 

 splendor. -At length through crimsoned vapors we 

 behold the sun's broad disc, rising with a countenance- 

 so serene, that every eye may view him, ere he arrays- 

 himself in his meridian brightness. Not many people 

 who live in towns are aware of the pleasure attending 

 a ramble near the woods and orchards at daybreak irt 

 the early part of summer. The drowsiness we feel on- 

 rising from our beds is gradually dispelled by the clear 

 and healthful breezes of early day, and we soon experi- 

 ence an unusual amount of vigor and elasticity. Nature 

 has so ordered her bounties and her blessings, as to- 



