Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1845-12-11

just "tak' your auld cloak about ye,'' and
shovel the snow from the pavement; 60 to
market, and be careful not to quarrel with
the marketmen, if they do charge you three
cents in the pound too much; thaw out the
cistern; examine the cellar and see that the
potatoes do not freeze; make everything
snug without, and we (that is, our readers
and ourself, compromising a very large
part of the worldly will sit within, try the
virtues of Lowther's 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
sleighrides you are to have during this sea-
son; when evrry star-beam that shall fall
around, will seem to you a bright minister
of love; and when every gale that blows
through your bonnet-strings, with most me-
lodious harshness will whisper-Hymen
Old bachelors, think how many lovely
girl there is around you, fair as Aurora, the
blushing, fingered goddess of the morn
ing, with fragrant breath, laughing, care
defying eyes, and housekeeping lips, in
viting you to do what old Philosophy i'm
peratively commandments 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 not. Oh! get married, and
you will be SO happy, we hope, that you
will be contented if spring never comes, and
laugh more joyously than if he does. If
you should happen to get shreaC, by the
way, why--why--you aOouzd still haze some
thing to take off yoasr thoughts from the sea-
son.
But, after all, there is much that is plea
SAINT in winter We like it. There are few,
who, on looking back, cannot say that it
has not furnished some of their happiest
hours. Winter may be the Sexton of Ma
ture's beauty, but its grandeur remains I'M
touched. 1t may be the death of vegetation,
but it is the summer, the growing-time of
intellect. The means of intellectual adj
are more numerous and better
Social intercourse is more free
and frequent, and the llfe-blood of society
seems to flow in deeper and stronger cur
rents. The mind appears to take its tone
from the atmosphere, and to draw force
and keenness from the cold breath of Capri
corn, which it lacked in the hot reign of
the Crab
There is much railing against winter
so there is against love; and yet these rail-
ers, 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 treat
ed 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 similar contradiction:
PLEASED have wandered through your rough do
main,
Trod the pure virgin SHOWS, myself as pure;
Heard the winds roar, and the big torrent burst;
Or seen the experimenting tempest brewed,
In the grim evening sky"
But pleasant, or otherwise, it wears away at
length. 1t is not like old age, the winter of
life, sad in itself, and followed by no spring.
The circle of the season 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 from it in a renewed life.