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April 3d

For ain this brown notebook But to-day there is plenty to put down, and worth the trouble too

Let , es froainst the pane of arden is not mine, of course, since I live on the fourth floor; but I have a view of the big weeping- in the centre, the sanded path that runs around it, and the four walls lined with borders, one of which separates it froe prearden The first-floor tenant hardly ever walks there

His son, a schoolboy of seventeen, was there thisHe stood two feet from the street wall,a nal Before hi like golden lights People do not whistle to amuse stones nor yet moss Farther off, on the other side of the street, the s of the opposite houses stretched away in long straight lines, ht: "The bird is soail with her white cap will look out in a moment"

The suspicion was stupid and ill-natured How rash are our lightest judgments! Suddenly the school-boy took one step forward, swept his hand quickly along theto catch a fly, and ran off to his hted, beside hiers

"I've got hi in the sun and I char in the sun!" This was a revelation to ht lay everywhere: on the roofs still glistening with last night's showers; across the sky, whose gay blue proclaimed that winter was done I looked doard and sahat I had not seen before: thebursting into bud; the hepatica in flower at the foot of the camellias, which had ceased to bloo red as the sap rose within the-tree was a blackbird, escaped fro, who, on tiptoe, with throat outstretched, drunk with delight, answered so, as if in woodland depths, the rapturous song of the year's new birth Then, oh! then, I could contain er I ran down the stairs four at a tiWhat! live there cut off from the world which was created for me, tread an artificial earth of stone or asphalt, live with a horizon of chiular strips by roofs s to fleet by without drinking in her bountiful delight, without renewing in her youthfulness our youth, always a little staled and overcast by winter! No, that can not be; I