American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-12-04
From the Saturday EmpOrium.l
WHITE r.

''See, Winter comes, TO rule the varied year,
Suen and sad, with all his rising train,
Vapors, and clouds, and storms"
The great steam car of Time, built few days
before Adams recollection, and on which that
venerable ancestor Of ours rode from Paradise
to his countrysoat, lately brought out Winter
as passenger. He was delighted to find that
his Prime Minister, and his other high officers,
Lord Snap-em-up Gen. Freeze and Col Blast,
had been so active in preparing for his arrival.
He declared himself highly pleased with the
carpet of snow they had laid for him, plunged
his feet into it at once, and remarked that it
was excellent for moderating the high, I'M
healthy temperature Of the system. He APP
pears to be the same strange, frowning, repu-
sive, unhearable old fellow that he ever was,
and rather fearful witha; or at least this SEEM
ed to be the impression of friend of ours,
who, by Pickering, ghoSt-inVitng lamp, sat
watching his approach. We heard him
chanting to u rough old tunc while his chat
tering teeth performed all the variations, the
following lineS
Stern winter comCth with his frozen breath,
And brow all lowering and black with Storm
He shakelh from his locks the blight of death,
And darkness nanteth round his awful form!
He stitch, snow robcd, on an icy throne,
And round him stand his ministers ut state
Here we grow rather sleepy, and imagined that
he introduced, quite abruptly, an episode OH
sleigh-beIls, starlight and rosy cheeks: but it
was probably n vagary OF our own, for we DIS
covered on awaking, by indubitable evidence,
that Queen Nab, in her "hazle-nut chariot, :"
drawn by "team of little atomies," had been
whirling through our brains most madly. We
cannot say that we saw her, or her chariot but
we heard her driver, ga small gray-coated
gnat," crack his whip as he drove off the ex-
IRENE point ofthe bolster.
Winter is here in earnest "Well, what of
that" says Philosophy, obtruding his grave,
thoughtful phiz over our shoulder, "make the
hest of it," Very good advice, old fellow! We
will make the best Of it; and therefore, since
you are 50 oificious, Just "tak' youl auld CLOAK
about We" and shovel the snow from the pave
ment; 90 to market, and be careful not to quar-
rel " it'll the marSetmen, lift they do charge you
three cents in the pound too much; thaw out
The cistern; examine the cellar and see that tho
potatoes do not freeze; make everything snug
without, and we Chat is, our readers aud our
SELF comprehending Il very LARGE part of the
world, will sit within, try the virtues of Low
theirs anthracite, pile on the hickory, look in
the keen, bright blaze, as it streams up the
chimney, and imagine that we are rich and
happy.
Young ladies' think of the delightful sleigh
rides you are to have during this season; when
every star-beam that shall fall around, will
seem TO you a bright minister of love; and
when every gale that blows through your bon
net.strings, with most meodious harshness will
whisper-Hymen! Old bachelors, think how
many lovely girl there is around you, fair as
Aurora, the blushing, rosy -hngeied goddess OF
the morning, with fragrant breath, Laughing,
care-detying eyes, and honey-drOppng lips, in
Dbl
lively commanded the best of winter!
Think with what facility you can, as it were,
change winter into spring, rob it of its horrors,
and make it smile in the midst of its ice and
dreariness. Think: the ladies wonder you do
net. Oh! get married, and you Will be SO hap
by, we hope, that YOU will be contented if
spring never comes, and laugh more Joyously
than ifhe does. If you should happen to get a
shre,p, by the way, why--why-gOu Mould still
hare something 10 take o6 yoar thoughts from the
season.
But, after all, there is much that is pleasant
IN winter We like it.. There are few, who,
on looking back, cannot say that it has not
furnished some of their happest hours. Win
ter may be the Sexton Of Natures beauty, but
its grandeur remains untouched. 1t may be
the death of vegetation, but IT rs the summer,
the growing time OF intellect. The means OF
IntoIIeClUdl advancement arc HloTB nuNicious
and better employed. Social intercourse Is
more free and frequent, and the llie-blood OF
society seems to flow in deeper and stronger
: currents. The mind appears to take lis tone
from the atmosphere, and to draw force and
keenness from the cold breath Of Capricorn,
, which it lacked in the hot reign Of the Crab
There is much railing against winter-so
there is against love; and yet these Ialers,
whoever they are, generally like both. We
would not presume to say that winter and love
are precisely alike by any means, but only that
both in this respect, are treated in similar
manner. They will follow the young-eyed
star of love, while they rail at its uncertain
light; and they will say to winter, in a similar
contradictions:
PLEASED have / wandered through yoar rough do
main,
T'rod the pure virgin SHOWS, myself az pure;
Heard the w nd's oar, and the biz torrent burst
Or seen the deep fermenting tempest breweh,
In the griR evening sky"
Bnt pleasant, or otherwise, it wears away at
length 1t is not like old age the winner of
life, sad in itself, and followed by no SPRING
The circle of the seasons is perpetual. We
know that the storm and frost of December,
will be followed by the light breeze and dew OF
May forever. But the circle of human life
ends with the first revolution. The weak
pulse Of age will never bound with the Vigor
of youth; raven locks will no more spring
when the silver are gone; and the light that
fades in the dying eye, will never beam fiom
il in renewed life.