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A DAY IN JUNE 



It seems in all-including motherly kindness that 

 the trees are spreading their great, umbrageous leaves 

 over the hot, tired earth. The brooding shade is ever 

 cool and inviting. There is a soothing quietness in 

 it that lulls the most restless into placid waking 

 sleep and day dreams. The inspiriting panorama 

 of spring has passed. The transient feathered 

 visitors who lent the charm of melody to the joyful 

 season have departed for their northern homes. 

 The happy excitement of their visit is over, and they 

 have left the calmness of a pleasant memory and the 

 satisfying hope of renewals. Those who have come 

 to spend the summer have quietly settled down to the 

 serious affairs of life. Many do not sing as in the 

 earlier days. Their joy has not departed, but has 

 found new fields of expression. It is manifested in 

 the lively happiness of domestic hfe. There is a fuller 

 joy beaming in the bright eye of the Robin, hastening 

 with a battered worm to its importunate fledgling, 

 than in the sweetest melody that filled the early dusk 

 of evenngs in spring. The feathered bipeds find a 

 joy in all the shifting scenes of life. A few continue 

 their song through the sultry season, and seem to 



