June 26.

June 27.

Old friend, kind friend! lightly down
Drop time's snow-flakes on thy crown!
Never be thy shadow less,

Never fail thy cheerfulness;
Care, that kills the cat, may plough
Wrinkles in the miser's brow,
Let the fiend pass !—what can he
Find to do with such as thee?

June 29.

7. G. Whittier.

We cannot make bargains for blisses,
Nor catch them like fishes in nets;
And sometimes the thing our life misses
Helps more than the thing which it gets.
For good lieth not in pursuing,

Nor gaining of great nor of small,

But just in the doing, and doing
As we would be done by, is all.

June 30.

Alice Cary.

The glory of the human form Is but a perishing thing, and Love will droop When its brief grace hath faded; but the mind Perisheth not, and when the outward charm Hath had its brief existence, it awakes, And is the lovelier that it slept so long, Like wells that by the wasting of their flow Have had their deeper fountains broken up. N. P. Willis.

June 29.

June 30.

JULY.

THERE! Sweep these foolish leaves away,
I will not crush my brains to-day!
Look! are the southern curtains drawn?
Fetch me a fan, and so begone!

Who knows it not,

this dead recoil

Of weary fibres stretched with toil, —

The pulse that flutters faint and low
When Summer's seething breezes blow?

O Nature, bare thy loving breast,
And give thy child one hour of rest,
One little hour to lie unseen
Beneath thy scarf of leafy green!

So, curtained by a singing pine,

Its murmuring voice shall blend with mine,
Till, lost in dreams, my faltering lay

In sweeter music dies away.

O. W. Holmes.