Litchfield enquirer., 1839-01-31
MUSIC OF WINTER.



It is an instructive and sweet music. You
may temper your heart to the serenest mood
by its low murmur. Ii is that kind Of music
that only intrudes Upon your Far when YOUR
thoughts come languidly. You need moi bear
il ii your mind Is not idle. 1t realizrstny
dream of another world, where mHsTt; rs ill-
tuitive like a thought, comes only when il IS
remembered. ~ s1sW H1f5a gai1a .iD
And the frost too has n mAlodious minstrel
sy. You will hear it's crystals shoot in the
dead of a clear night as if the rno0Hbeaus
were splintering like arrows on the ground
and you listen TO it the more earnestly that is
the going off of one If the most cunning and
beautiful of natures deep mysteries.
know nothing SO wonderful as the shooting of
crystals. God has hidden its principle as yet
from the inquisiiise eye ofthe philosopher,
and we must be content 10 gaze ON its cxquis-
tie beauty, and listen in mute wonder to the
noise of its invisible workmanship. 1t is too
fine knowledge for us. We shall compre-
bend it when we know how the morning stars
sang together. 10 "a1s. dqa
You would hardly look for music in the
dreariness of the early winter. But before
the keener frost sets in, and while the warm
winds are yet stealing back occasionally like
regrets of the departed snmmer,a there will
come soft rain or a heavy mist, and when the
north wind returns, there will be drops sus-
pended like earring jewels between the fila
Hnents of the cedar tasseis, and in the feath.
cry edges of the dark green hemlocks, and IT
the clearing up is not followed by heavy
wind, they will nil be frozen in their plRees
like we'll set gems. The next morning the
warm sun comes out, and by the middle of
the calm dazzling forenoon, they are oil loos-
ened from the close touch which sustained
them, and will drop at the slightest motion.
II you go along on the south side Of the wood
at that hour, you will hear music. The dry
foliage of the summers shedding Is scattered
over the ground, and the round hard drops
ring out clearly and distinctly as they arc
shaken down with the stirring Of the breeze.
II is something like the running Of deep and
rnpid water, only more fitful and merrier;
but to one who goes out in nature with his
heart open, it is a pleasant music, and in con-
trast with the stern character of the season.
delightful. 3as "s.i 's.jg 10 o. i Blu.
Winter has many other sounds that give
pleasure to the seeker for hidden sweetness;
but they are too rare and accidental tobe de-
scribed distinctly. The brooks have a ssl-
len and muffled murmur under their frozen
surface the ice in the distant river heaves
up with the swell of the current, and falls
again to the bank with prolonged echo. and
the woodman's axe rings cheerfully out from
at best, however, but melancholy sounds,
they but drive in the heart upon itself. be-
lieve il is SO ordered in Gods wisdom. .5
l b. From the Green Mountain Emporium. E
TAE LADY OF THE FIRST, GOVERNOR OF YER
MoNr---An Authentic Anecdote.-Thomas Chit
tenden. the first governor, of Vermont, who
was a plain farmer, alike remarkable for
strong native powers of mind, andt repub-
lican simplicity with which he, conducted
every thing in his public duties, and in his
domestic establishment, was once visited by
party of travelling fashioDahEes from one
Of our cities. When the hour Of dinner ar
rived, Mrs. Chiltenden, to the establishment of
her lady guests, went out and blew tin horn
for the workmeD, who soon arrived ; when
to the still greater surprise. and even horror,
of these fair cts, the whole company, govern
or, his lady, guests, workmeD and all, were
invited to sit down together TO the substantial
meal which had been provided for the occa-
sion. After the dinner WAS over. and the la
dies were left by themselves, one Of the
guests thought she would gently take Mrs.
Chittenden to task for this monstrous viola
tion of the ,rules of city gentility. to which
she had been, as she thought, so unc0prteous-
ly made victim. .. J.! 5sa svsgq ~ f4aw
Is You do not generally sit down to the same
table with your workInen, suppose, Mrs.
Chittendcn?'' she commenced. la g9e,fst4l i
Why replied the Governors lady,
whose quick wit instantly appreciated the
draft of the other, "why, lam almost asham-
ed to say. we generally have, but intend
som to amend 10 this particular. was tel
ling the governor this very, morning, that it
was an absolute shame that the workmeD,
who did all the hard labor, should fare no
better than we, who sit 80 much OF the time in
tho house, earning little or nothing, and am
determined hereafter, to set two tables--the
first and best for the workmen, and the last
and poorest for the governor and myself,
A Nane-The Woods of Lancashire are
distinguished family for character, wealth,
and talent; the eldest son, John Wood. has
been returned member of Parliament for
Preston several times, and proved himself
steady supporter of civil and religious liber-
ty. A Imaginable circumstance once took
place upon trial in Lancashire, where the
head of the family, Mr.. Wood. senior, was
examined as witness. upon giving his
name, Ottiwell Wood. the Judge, addressing
the reverend person, said. r Pray, Mr. Wood,
how do you spell your nameT on The old
gentleman replied .ra WA l,s ade
7yso. l.- % double T III satsah qE 4
Ni-i31sf visa Idouble U 50 ~ paisi4 g4ja, !
e double l. st-iiraY 49, a6
ae,Ev lHaa.9}a Double U 8s8 YsIfuI
-}a.p sH.g ~ si Double o d N laa5t.g boss i
Upon which the astoDished lawgiver laid
down his pen, saying it was the most extraor-
binary name he had ever met with la his life.
and, after two or three attempts, declared he
was unable to- record it. The court was
conyulsed with laughter Gardiner,s Music
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I 20 Quick Work.-A young lady was passing
through CornhiIl during the cold weather
abo0t the latter part Of last month, when the
side walks were slippery with.ice, and, while