At the same time the lustre of the heavens gave way to a pale pearl-like uniform grey tint, that stretched far and wide, folding up as in a mantle all the regal luxury of the Sun-king's palace.

The subtle odor and delicate chill of the coming dawn stole freshly across the water.

A light haze rose and obscured the opposite islands.

Something of the tender melancholy of autumn, though it was late June, toned down the aspect of the before brilliant landscape.

A lark rose swiftly from its nest in an adjacent meadow, and, soaring higher and higher, poured from its tiny throat a cascade of delicious melody.