5 (duplicate of preceding page with variations)

It was one of those delicious days in spring which make us feel
existence to be a blessing. The warmth, the mildness, the stillness of the air,
softens, soothes and saddens the soul. The same atmosphere which expands
the blossom, expands the heart; the same instinct which plumes the finery
of the bird and reach its longer and higher flights, develops thought and
carries it onto futurity, and elevates it to heaven. The renovation of
nature after the torpor of winter, confirms to us the hope of resurrection and immortality
after death. On a day like this there is such a sweet accord and har-
mony between our external sensations and internal sentiments, that our
whole being is attuned to melody; and to live, --is to enjoy. And at
such moments we neither live nor enjoy alone. The genial influence
that pervades our own bosoms, pervades creation. The separate cadence
of life which we then feel, overflows the boundaries of the present
moment, and carries us back to the years that are past and
to those that are to come. The awakened spirit of vitality, quicken
our recollections and animates our hopes and the surcharged soul sinks
into vague and delicious revenge.
Leaning against the side of an open casement, long had
Julia Clifton sat lost--absorbed in the depth of her own thoughts--in
the fullness of her own sensations. She inhaled the soft air, she listened
to the sweet sounds and gazed on the beauties of reviving nature.
For Julia was one of those endowed by nature with those of weak {?}
Sometimes her keen eyes { considerately} wandered over the garden of charming and beautiful scenes that spread
around her, or rested on the tender verdure of the lawn, the bursting comtemplation of nature as a more positive argument--
buds of the shrubbery, or the early foliage of the willow, than the suspicion often of time?}

they spoke of { ?} language by which her
sympathy was excited, touched some sympathetic { ?} within her bosom
those vague nameless desires which
nothing on earth could satisfy , and she would turn her
ardent gaze to heaven, and feel as if her bursting sighs would
waft her soul to those happy regions. For hours would she pin
her eyes on the white and fleecy clouds which were floating
over the blue expanse, watch their varying forms
and pursue them in their airy {courses}.