Such a spring day as it was!the sky all one mild blue, hazy on the hills, warm with sunshine overhead; a soft south-wind, expressive, and full of new impulses, blowing up from the sea, and spreading the news of life all over our brown pastures and leaf-strewn woods.

Beneath so kind a sky: the scenic and architectural beauty of South Carolina.

In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods are waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott.

The entire sky north of -24° would be covered twice, according to this plan, with 180 plates and 690 exposures.

Coral clouds and pearly sky,

So calm, so still, so motionless are both air and water, that we seem suspended between the sky above, sparkling and glowing with millions of bright stars, and the moon riding gloriously on her course, and a sky beneath, sparkling and glowing with like millions of bright stars, and the same moon, or its counterpart, floating away down in fathomless depths below us.

But still she thirsted for the golden spring, And with her soul made strength to reach the top, Sighing, "Thus much Life lacks of perfectness, In God's name on to gain it then, or die!" Upon the summit totter'd she at last: Far, far below the vapours tossing lay, A great broad sea of heaving cloud and mist; And upward the clear sky, as soft and blue As a child's heaventhe sun unveil'd and bright.

Over all hung the palpitating skies, eternally and exasperatingly blue, a-quiver with light and heat.

Just such a sky as this should weep Above them, always, where they sleep; Yet, haply, at this very hour Their graves are like a lover's bower; And