you two or three books:  bring the Times that came that morning:  you will not read much, but it is pleasant to know that you may read if you choose:  and then sit down upon a garden-seat, and think and feel.  Do you not feel, my friend of even five-and-thirty, that there is music yet in the mention of summer days?  Well, enjoy that music now, and the vague associations which are summoned up by the name.  Do not put off the enjoyment of these things to some other day.  You will never have more time, nor better opportunity.  The little worries of the present cease to sting in the pensive languor of the season.  Enjoy the sunshine and the leaves while they last:  they will not last long.  Grasp the day and hold it and rejoice in it:  some time soon you will find of a sudden that the summer time has passed away.  You come to yourself, and find it is December.  The earth seems to pause in its orbit in the dreary winter days:  it hurries at express speed through summer.  You wish you could put on a break, and make time go on more slowly.  Well, watch the sandgrains as they pass.  Remark the several minutes, yet without making it a task to do so.  As you sit there, you will think of old summer days long ago:  of green leaves long since faded:  of sunsets gone.  Well, each had its turn:  the present has nothing more.  And let us think of the past without being lackadaisical.  Look now at your own little children at play:  that sight will revive your flagging interest in life.  Look at the soft turf, feel the gentle air:  these things are present now.  What a contrast to the Lard, repellent earth of winter!  I think of it like the difference between the man of sternly logical mind, and the genial, kindly man with both head and heart!  I take it for granted that you agree with me in holding such to be the true type of man.  Not but what some people are proud of being all head and no heart.  There is no flummery about them.  It is stern, severe sense and principle.  Well, my friends, say I to such, you are (in a moral sense) deficient of a member.  Fancy a mortal hopping through creation, and boasting that he was born with only one leg!  Or even if you have a little of the kindly element, but very little when compared with the logical, you have not much to boast of.  Your case is analogous to that of the man who has two legs indeed, but one of them a great deal longer than the other.

It is pleasanter to spend the summer days in an inland country place, than by the seaside.  The sea is too glaring in sunshiny weather; the prospects are too extensive.  It wearies eyes worn by much writing and reading to look at distant hills across the water.  The true locality in which to enjoy the summer time is a richly-wooded country, where you have hedges and hedge-rows, and clumps of trees everywhere:  where objects for the most part are near to you; and, above all, are green.  It is pleasant to live in a district where the roads are not great broad highways,