MEMORIES OF A MAY MORNING.* 



" Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, 

 The bridal of the earth and sky ; 

 The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, 

 For thou must die." 



— Herbert. 



Just such a day as holy George Herbert describes 

 above is this sweet May morning. But what a change 

 since yesterday in the temperature of the air ! Then 

 chilling north-east winds, grey cloudy sky, cold and 

 cheerless ; now, bright cloudless blue sky and soft balmy 

 airs. 



Yesterday I was wrapped in a thick woollen shawl 

 over my shoulders, and a warm quilted hood on my 

 head. To-day my morning wrapper of printed calico 

 and my muslin cap are all-sufficient for warmth ; hood 

 and shawl are laid aside. *■ 



Our spring is unusually late this year ; the leaves are 



* From my diary of 1888. 



