Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-04-17

Even the old wooden weathcr-cock on the
farmers barn, which has been at the mercy OF
the winds of heaven all winter, and which,
they used to tell me, crO,Oed DheneUer 1t
heard another crOw, looks as though it too
had caught the infection and was about to
bristle up and crow
The cheerful fireplace aud awkward air
tight are fast losing their charms; sleigh
bells and furs are already obsolete; and the
" sweet times of maple sugar are at hand.
Now every newspaper which boasts an =" ASg-
ricultural column" is crowded with philan-
thropic articles Or the farmer, and Editors
are lending their wisest lore to prove to their
benighted patrons how much better is the
broad shallow pan Tor sugar making than the
| old fashioned iron kettle.
! Now little girls tease for bits of broken
. crockery, and build play-houses on the sun
ny side of the house, and get seedlings for
wet feet and Drowned faces.
Boys, who always adapt their sports to the
season, have already brought out their last
years stock of marbles and stationed them
selves on the side walks, acknowledging no
superior rights in this land Of the free and
equal, even in sight of approaching hoops
and founces. The boys sine qua non of
winter, those little swtt-going sleds which
have wen many race at coasting, are now
safely hid away in some corner, or follow
| along neglectedly at the heels of their own
ers, as if from the mere force of habit Kind
sisters are now busy covering balls for these
embryo presidents whose nightly dreams
are not vet visited with visions of cream
shaving soap and razors.
Even grown up children feel the kindly in
Aueuce Of Spring-tme. The young nader
trips forth at an unwontcd hour of the morn
! ing and allows her cheek to be tinged by tho
hand of that skilful artist who gives the pure
whiteness of the lily, and touches the roses O.
June with their inimitable blush.
There is less frigdity of heart,-there il
something like warmth when the rigid lip
relax into smile,-a new sparkle in the ey'
that looks like sunshine, new elasticity o
limb, and q tone in the voice that sounds lik'
note Of gratitude when the business mai
makes that ever new remark, "Well, this
pleasant morning!" Soon we shall over
hear the perplexed Lawyer and the dignlfct
Judge talking of how they heard the frs
robin of the season, and we shall renew GU
failing faith in humauity,-for we have stron
hope for the man that loves bird-music.
The heart of the suffering invalid leaps u
in gratitude as he catches the first balmy al
from the open window; and the hard pinch
ed man of poverty exclaims Involuntary
Thank God for tho Spring-time! "
Welcome as cooling draught to fevol
parched lips is the coming of genial days
our frosty New England. All nature is j.
bilant with returning youth. Spring, tn
sweet Enchantress, has waved her magic wan
and as if new Amphion had struck the Tyr
life animate and inanimate, awaked from i
long lethargy, is vocal with harmony. III
voice Of the rushing rill and the madly leal
ing mountain stream the sound of the grow
ing grass and bursting leaf, the soft whisp'
of the breeze that wakes the sweet violet
life, the unntelligible rejoicings of the bru
creation, the gay twitterings of the feathert
songsters, hymnings Of gratitude and thank
giving from the heart Of man, all go up wit
out one discordant note to the ear Of ii
Good Father in one grand TIE Deum laud