The Trinity times., 1855-03-31
The Snow Storm.

We extract the following life-like descrip-
ton Of a Snow Storm from an article by the
Rev. ii. w. BEECHER, in recent number of
the independent In reading it we were
carried back to the days Of sleigh-rides and
snow -ballings: and, although read in a room
will, the doors and windows wide open to ad =
NIT the genial air of our delightful climate.
we could almost see the Wavering enow-
flakes falling silently around us and could al
most hear the merry music Of sleigh bells to
which our ears have been strangers for many
a year.
"Faling snow is beautiful in forest. 1t
comes down waverng among the trees, with
out whisper, and takes 10 the ground with
out the sound Of foot fall Evergreen
trees grow intense in contrast Of dark green
rut1led with radiant white. Bush and tree
are powdered and banked up But not the
slightest sound is made in all the work
which fills the woods with winter soi' many
feet deep. But nowhere else Is snow 80
beautiful as when in II mansion in the coun-
try, bright and warm, full OF home-i Joy and
quiet. You look out through large windows,
and see one of those flights of snow, in still, ,
calm day, as if the air were full Of white mil
iers, or butterflies, coming down from heav-
en-. There is something extremely beautiful
in the motion Of these large fakeo of snow.
They do not make haste, nor plump straight
down with q dead fail like whislhg rain
drop. They seem be at leisure, and descend
with such n quiet. waverng, sIdewav motion.
as birds use when about to light. You
think that you are reading; and SO you are,
but it is not in the book that lies open before
you. The silent, dreamy hour passes away.
and you have not felt 1t pass. The trees are
dressed with snow. The lpng arms of ever
greens bend with its weight; the rails are
doubled, and every pest wears virgin
crown. The well-sweep, the bucket, the
well-curb are heeced over And still the ST.
lent quivcring air is full Of trooping flakes,
thousands following TO take the place of all
that fall The ground is heaped, the paths
are gone, the road is hidden. the fields are
leyeled, the caves Of buildings jut over, and
rs the day moves on, the fences grow short
ar, and some sink from sight. All night the
heavens rain crystal flakcs Yet, that roof
on which the smallest rain pattered audible
music. gives no sound. There is no echo in
the stroke Of snow, until ii wakes to an ava.
lanche and clips from the mountains. Then
it fills the air like thunderbOlts.
When the morning comes then comes the
sun also. The storm has gone back to its
northern nests to shed its feathers there
The air ls ntll, cold, bright. But what
glory rests upon the too brilliant earth. Are
these the January leaves, is this the winter
efflorescence of shrub and treel You can
scarcely look for the exceeding brightness .--
Treee stand up against the cleur, gray sky.
brown aud white in contrast, as If each
trunk, and bougb, and branch, and twig had
been coated with ermpe or with white moss
There is an exquisite aIrincss and lightness
in the masses of snow on trees and fences
when seen Just rs the Storm lcf. them. The
wind or sun soon dsenchants the mage
scene.
Already snow birds are Guttcring Gor foot
hold. and sho~ering down the frosty dust from
the twigs The hens, and their Upitcd lords,
are beginning 70 wade with dainty steps
through the chilly WOOL Boys are agee
with eleds; men are out with shoyos. and
danes with brooms. Bells begin to ring
along the highway, and heavy oxen with
craunching sleds are vending toward the
woods for the winters supply cf fuel. The
school house is open, and roasting hot fire
RACES in the box stoves Little boys are cry
ing with chilblains, aud lltle girls are com.
iorting them with the assurance that il will
stop aching pretty sOon aud the buys seem
unwilling 10 stop crying ull then. Big boys
are shaking their coats, aud stamping off the
SNOW which peels easily from sleek black
balled boot. or shoes Furnished with laliow.
Out IS doors the snow-bals are flying, and
every body laughs but the one that's hit -
Down 20 the wrestlers. The big ones "fnb"
the little ones; the little ones in turn "rub"
the smaller ones. The pa'sers- by are pelted:
and many lazy hnrse has motives of speed
applied to his lauk barrel. Even the school
niasier mast be mortal, and take his lot for
many ''accdental' snoU. balls plump into his
breast aud upon his back before the rogues
viii believe lbat 1t u the ,ehool master"