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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 
