Nathaniel Hawthorne

Septimius Felton: Or, the Elixir of Life Nathaniel Hawthorne

It was a day in early spring; and as that sweet, genial time of year and atmosphere calls out tender greenness from the ground,?beautiful flowers, or leaves that look beautiful because so long unseen under the snow and decay,?so the pleasant air and warmth had called out three young people, who sat on a sunny hill-side enjoying the warm day and one another.