3-052-535 - The Print Collector/Heritage Images

The Months: April, 1880. 'Like some fair coquette who, fully conscious of her charms, beguiles us one minute with smiles and gracious words, but the next is coy and distant, April is at once one of the sweetest and the most tantalising of our months. Now, with her lap full of flowers, and above her the birds carolling everywhere, she comes tripping over the springing meadows, captivating us with her bright smiles and fresh loveliness; but anon her smiles vanish, and, drawing her veil about her, she becomes cold and disdainful, or, archly tossing her head at our too great love for her, turns perhaps her back upon us altogether - only, however, to come back to-morrow with smiles more radiant than before, and tears of gentle remorse glistening in her eyes. April, thy name is fickleness! Yet, with all thy faults we love thee, and thy smiles and tears and rainbows'. From "Illustrated London News", 1880.