Spring has come. This is known to be true, because the inevitable small brother of your chum's sister's pretty friend has already begun to spring that inane and venerable question of "Why is it dangerous to walk out of doors now?" which he immediately explains as "Because the cow-slips about, and the little buds are shooting every-where." It is spring, but, in spite of the warm weather, it is also the fit time for overcoats, as the tailor says. April is a deceptive maid, and lures many an unsuspecting youth to an early grave by her enticing suggestions to lay aside the winter garments. It was only yesterday morning that a large choir of coughers sang an inharmonious accompaniment to the minister's words, and then attempted to drown out the voice of the heavy basses and the airy, melodious tones of the boy singers at chapel. In all earnestness, we must take more care of ourselves at this time of year, and not suffer an ignominious cold to seize upon us and make us miserable for the coming weeks, and disturb the chapel exercises.
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