April.

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The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet—
Cuckoo! jug-jug! pu-we! to-witta-woo!—
Spring! the sweet spring!

THOMAS NASH.

April.

The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
Young lovers meet, old wives a-sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet-
Cuckoo! jug-jug! pu-we! to-witta-woo!—
Spring! the sweet spring!

THOMAS NASH.

This is called Fool's Paradise

From the loving fools that dwell in't;
Where the great fool rules the less,
The rest obey, and all do well in't.

Quevedo.

A fool must now and then be right by chance.

April 2.

I see thine eyes reflect my own,
I kiss thy hair, I clasp thy hands,
I mark our double shadow thrown
Along the lengthening sands.

So I woo'd thee, so I won thee.

Cowper.

Amelia B. Edwards.

Oh! 'tis gentle good-humour that makes life so sweet, And picks up the flow'rets that garnish our feet.

April 3.

Miss Blamire.

His words are bonds, his oaths are oracles,
His love sincere, his thoughts immaculate,
His tears pure messengers sent from his heart,
His heart as far from fraud as heaven from earth.

Shakespeare

(Two Gentlemen of Verona). No! I would rather share your tear than any other's glee,

For though you're nothing to the world, you're all the

world to me!

M. L. G.

April 2.

April 3.