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mind which, as she felt more natural, even sublime in the greyness of silence and general passivity of Winter, experienced a sudden disturbance in the tempest-like falling of the cherry-blossoms of April, and wondered like Kino Tomonori in his famous uta poem:

now seems to be returning most gladly to her original! state of serenity, to resume the world-old dream at the place she left off some little while ago, now in this month of May, my best-beloved season as some old hokku poet well-said:

I thank God (whoever he be), as thanked I him in many previous Mays, for the fact that, Rh