7/16 There will come a cold wind by-and-by, or a chilly black cloud from the east, and then all is shivers and rawness. But if it only remained like this, I could forgive it for producing me. After all, it is my native land; and I saw the loveliest girl to-day that ever I set eyes on. None of their made-up and highly finished demoiselles is fit to look at her--such simple beauty, such charms of nature, such enchanting innocence! Ah, that is where those French girls fail--they are always studying how they look, instead of leaving us to think of it. Bah! What odds to me? |