East Angels

I can't lay claim to tastes especially celestial I fear, answered the visitor but I confess to a liking for an existence which is not for six months of the year a combat. I am mortally tired of our long northern winters with their eternal processions of snow, ice and thaw thaw ice and snow, I am tired of our springs hypocritical sunshine pierced through and through by east winds and I have at last I think succeeded in breaking loose from the belief that there is something virtuous and heroic in encountering these things encountering them, I mean merely from habit and when not called to it by any necessity. But this emancipation has taken time plenty of it. It is directly at variance with all the principles of the country and creed in which I was brought up.