Wilmington expositor. (Wilmington, Del.) 1831-18??, 1831-12-02

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= t.ksit away the Winters cold ss n sI,5
And larger pile the chcerful6ret
Who with, books and friends, beside The winfei
hearth, cannot be happy2 Those feelings which gave
to domestic happiness its sweetest charm are refn
cd BY such intercourse. Our dispositions mould
themselves to each other, and blazing fire reveals
happiness on every conntenance AS | look forth
from my window and no living creature creature i:
seen to move-the farner now rests from his toll
and the cattle and focks lie undor the lee Of thei
| howell. The birds Of the summer have all gone tc
| the balmy south, save the little snow bird whose
lwitter is heard il picks the seeds from the tai
grass that waves IFS wtbered blade above the snow
or the shrill whistle of the quail which, though il
tells you that the swarps white" still whistles as
meriy as when he responded % that of the plough
boy in summer.
The roofs Of the cottages are heaped over with
Icoats Of the purest white. ri
"The ice-bound rivers bear the weight
OF many ventrous elf"
and the sound Of the skaters glec comes from the
CLASSY lake. Here and there some solitary leaHet
Iof the elm that oYerhangs the window, rustes on
the stem, and seems like some little, treasured tho
faded momento Of former happiness in the hour of
sorrow, and recalls the bright hour of Summer when
nature wore her gayest smiles. II SHOWS. The
fakes come floating down SO silently that we can
almost hear them as they light upon the earth
The sleeping wind now arises, and bears the patter.
ing snow against The frosty panes Darkness comes
down to heighten the horror Of the storm which
now means around. The farmers cur bowls a dole
full accompaniment to the mourning blast, that
like 'he cry of some poor outcast pershing in the
snow drifts-and the wind whistles through the
creaking limbs Of the trees gradually swelling and
dying away. The children, who in summer delight
ed 10 direct their little footsteps toward their Aowe
ry meas to rob The tievish startling of her eggs
TO Gull the crimson strawberries, now draw around
the hearth TO listen to the thricetod tale of tle
od grandsire, as he gratiles their breathess aiten
| ton with the narrative OF the cold snowstorms o
The Revolution, and of the battles where many
veteran made his bed in the frozen driCt-and viii
tales of the Indian wars, till they imagine the sril
whistle Of the siriekng blast to be the war-whooI
Of the red man. Or, perclance, they listen TO th
story of some elder brother, who tells them O
mountain waves and islands of ice-where the whit,
bear grows at the intrusive mariner like some mas
tiff that guards his masters lands. Or, perchance
they amuse themselves with the lanciful landscape.
which Jack Frost las been pcncing on the win
tIowa The cricket chrrups MS merry note from
the chimney cnraer, and the comfort within is en-
enhanced by the gloon without But how many
are there now, who are pershng for the want of th
comforts which render us so happyl How many ar
there whose history will only be known in " TIL
short and simple annals Of the poor" who this nigh
Twill see an end 'tote pinclling wants of poverty!
! SNOW comes the season when the humble want
Aad know the misery Of the wretched scani:
Go We and seek their homes who have the power,
And case the sorrows of their trying hour''
3lIere is one poor wretch toiling his way over tn
lonely plain. He draws his few clothes around hit
, to shield him from the blast, and turns his hea
, from .. binding seet and snow Poor wretch!
will soon he over with him. Soon will he pio'
bis head upon the frozen earth--and his windin
sheet and his pail shall be the still accumulatln
+, drift while the Storm Spirit shall howl forth h
: requiem over his sttened corse! And yet, pr
4 chance, it may not thus befa him. His ever faitl
lful dog followsclose by his feet The storm abate
! The last flake has fallen. All is still again. III
stars come ont one by one and their feeble high
shine the -ensrouded earth like funer
!. lamps upon pail. Here comes train of sleigl
and the merry jinglmg of the bells comes to the e
!, OF the poor wanderer like awhsper of hope, az
8 yet they pass by him without needing bis cry. Ev'
:, the insect which IN summer has reVelled with q
flowers and slipped nectar from their cups, is prov
\ died with a little cell to shield it from the colds
7 Winter, when this poor wretch is left to wander
y and down in the cherries night Truly, "the ia
= es have holes and the birds Of the AIR have nests
4 hnt how often is man deprived of a covering for
n head. Now he sinks upon the bank, yet still
~ stsuggles onward, and, with the energy of despa
\, he makes one last effort TO face the storm.
~ sees glimmer through the darkness, where
smoke that rises above the trees tells of the Gotta
y that nestles there. II is a beacon to his steps a
secins like the star of hope seen through the clio
f. of gloom He tolls onward till he gains the ai
door flies open, and his wife in anxiety RAN
an 's'' M, r. h,,nl ;nt, die door "a ,yno
o' y round a little boy who pats his snow covered bal
The father soon enatches kiss from the cheru
as lip's--the hearth glowswith the ready made
~ and the door closes against the storm and unhaP
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'a' yo.5. 5s4Fsss =, SQUIRREL. HUNT.
Captain Michael Jourden and Robert I
Inns. recently undertook composition IN squ
iflrel hunting. Eachparty had ten men on tn
,,,1,I side. The scene Of operation was in part
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