HII 
APRIL DAYS 
“Can trouble dwell with April days?” 
In Memoriam. 
In our methodical American life, we still 
recognize some magic in summer. Most per- 
sons at least resign themselves to being de- 
cently happy in June. They accept June. 
They compliment its weather. They complain 
of the earlier months as cold, and so spend 
them in the city; and they complain of the 
later months as hot, and so refrigerate them- 
selves on some barren seacoast. God offers 
us yearly a necklace of twelve pearls; most 
men choose the fairest, label it June, and cast 
the rest away. It is time to chant a hymn of 
more liberal gratitude. 
There are no days in the whole round year 
more delicious than those which often come to 
us in the latter half of April. On these days 
one goes forth in the morning, and finds an 
Italian warmth brooding over all the hills, tak- 
ing visible shape in a glistening mist of silvered 
azure, with which mingles the smoke from 
