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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 life* 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 even’ngs 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 
