to my mind as soon as I aed from to t!

    ten to  oure, mine revert to t. Everyone smiles upont, in spite of myself, I time  year!--at least I knole  torm or t no rains, and Ifeel my mind as gloomy as today; but tic out of temper, and Idetermine to light my fire.

    Unfortunately tc!

    I t, and sink into my old armchair.

    In truto see treets, and  is tom of Nes?

    o prove to itself its superiority over t of temper in favor of my vanity, andI bring togethe evidence which my knowledge can produce.

    (to ten mont s name fromJanus, to ed. As it opened ts beginning om ofvisits between neigs.

    ts given by ted of dryfigs, dates, ;tness of ts course,quot; and a small piece of moneycalled stips, which foreboded riches.)

    urn to my ill-tlespeec addressed to myself ored me my self-satisfaction, but made me more dissatisfied ; but tress ten my mornings milk, andt of preserves is empty! Anyone else  supreme indifference. t,ies of the world and of fresh rolls.

    knoication. I once read tory of anEnglis ea sugar. t trifling crosstakes ty. Our tempers are like an opera-glass,  according to through.

    Usually, t t opens out before my ain-range of roofs, erlacing, and piledon one anotall c  yesterday t t to me, and I ed for t snoorm to see glaciers among to-day, I only see tiles andstone flues. ted my rural illusions, seem nomore taken t clouds, instead of making me dream of ting of Vesuvius, reminds me of kitcions and diser;and lastly, te