pectation of ever seeing summer again, we were yet silly enough to be cheered by the thought that spring was coming at last in good earnest.
* It is extraordinary how some flowers seem to obey the season, whilst others are influenced by the weather. The hawthorn, certainly nearly akin to the sloe blossom, is this year rather forwarder, if anything, than in common years; and the fritillary, always a May flower, is painting the water meadows at this moment in company with "the blackthorn winter;" or rather is nearly over, whilst its cousin german, the tulip, is scarcely showing for bloom in the warmest exposures and most sheltered borders of the garden.
In a word, it was that pleasant rarity a fine day; and it was also a day of considerable stir, as I shall attempt to describe hereafter, in my small territories.
In the street too, and in the house, there was as much noise and bustle as one would well desire to hear in our village.
The first of May is Belford Great Fair, where horses
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