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April had gone out in rain, and though the sun now shone brightly from a

cloudless sky, the streams were swollen and the road was heavy The

ponderous coach and the four black horses uid war trees,

the ceaseless singing of redbird, catbird, robin, and thrush, reeable dissertation upon May

Day sports of more ancient times the Colonel paused to smother a yawn; and

when he had done with the clown, the piper, and the hobby-horse, he yawned

again, this tiundy, piquet, and the French peace, we sat late

last night My eyes are as heavy as the road Have you noticed, my dear,

how bland and dreamy is the air? On such an afternoon one is content to be

in Virginia, and out of the world It is a very land of the Lotophagi,--a

lazy clie slowly cliain The road was narrow, and now and then a wild cherry-tree

struck the coach with a white arrant trailer The woods on either hand were pale green and silver

gray, save where they were starred with dogwood, or where rose the pink

mist of the Judas-tree At the foot of the hill the road skirted a reen leaves and the half-sub in the sunlight, lay slided across the road in front of the

horses, and froround rose a cloud of yellow butterflies

The Colonel yawned for the third tihed, lifted