CHAPTEK IV. 



" When round thy wondrous works below 

 My searching rapturous glance I throw, 

 Tracing out wisdom, power, and love. 

 In earth or sky, in stream or grove ; — 

 Let not my heart within me burn. 

 Except in all I Thee discern." 



Keble. 



How sweet is the coming in of Summer ! Many a 

 brilliant day of sunshine, the too willing heart greets 

 as " the glorious summer time," which, after all, we 

 are compelled to confess is not the genuine thing ; and 

 though it is pleasant, we unreluctantly hurry in to the 

 fireside again. But at last we say, " This is the first 

 real summer day we have had !" and there is really no 

 mistake about it. Cold days may come, and will come 

 after it ; but we feel that we have really tasted the 

 sweets of the genial season ; she has looked upon us 

 with her sunny laughing face, and will not now go 

 away again. 



There was a delicious haze spread over cUff and 

 bank as we set out, a family party, to enjoy a morning 

 stroll near the end of May. I will not say it was 

 " formosissimus annus ;" that was scarcely come yet ; 

 but it was a true summer morning. White cloudlets 

 were dimpling the blue heaven, and fleeting gaily 

 along before the pleasant breeze, that imparted the 



