The home journal. [volume] (Winchester, Tenn.) 1857-1857, 1857-04-25
OUR WEATHER BOOK.

dSgS. arenNeL ADOut ~ oci"eh w"
sure.cnouyh "April showers" begin TO
descend so called from their warm
lcler invigora,ing influences -contin'
uing several hours to pour down in CO.
pious profusion, Very different, these
showers from any Of the preceding
ones ofthis month, they having sa'uled
us in the form Of hail, snow, or seet'
accompanied with unwelcomc ice-poI'
ished gales from the North. The day
closes in clouds, and feeling OF ~
or more degrees in the temperature.
Sunday opens upon US in clouds, and
rather colder than the evening before
Like the Sabbath preceding, dreary
and cherries, and we'll adapted to
the "blues," and especially to the hor.
rors that the beauteons fair ones must
feel in having to wear the same grave
winter dress, the same good old'iNsh-
toned shawl, or cloak, or furs that had
been SO long attending church duties,
and the dazzling ornaments and fancy
attire of the Spring having to be held
off so long from their righttul locall'
ties. The day closes in beauty, the
sun having been left about 3 o'clock
TO travel down below the horizon in
cloudless splendor.
Monday morning like the Monday
morning before, was attended with
snug, fire, fat frost, but hailed with a
general voice Of delight. The notes
of gladness rose from a thousand
tongues. The songsters Of the eight
wing" generally gave to the still and
bright morning a halo Of cheerlulness
that can be better felt than described.
Our own feelings became eloquent and
enthusiastic on what seemed to us the
commencement of long-wished-for
and lovely Spring. In sunshine and
serenity ended this day, leaving hope
for still better successor.
Tuesday morning is still more invit-
ing--a little warmer--the air little
softer, offering still stronger reasons
for rejoicing from man, birds and
beasts. But alas how little do we
know what lies concealed only a few
moments in the future! Before the
of evening the cold breath
of the North is upon us like mighty
avalanche, almost impressing us with
the idea that we were let down on the
northern shores Of Iceland, or with
DR.. Kane in some one of his Arctic
explorations between 80 and 80 de-
grees, amid the towering mountains
of eternal ice.
Wednesday comes on with a cold
and cherries wind, and clouds gallop-
ing from the North as though they
were running for wager. Now for
half minute there is sunshine and a
dead calm. Now the wind bowls
again, scattering down a few hand
fuls of snow, and blowing the balance
off to some region. Thus with a
continual succession of rare and wild
gesticulationsthe day is ended, the sun
going down in clouds. and the wind
still bowling in terrific wall.
Thursday. Frost again--smartly
flying clouds, some
little wind at times during the day,
but still cold enough for cheerful fires.
Late in the evening the air is milder
and the clouds overspread the sky.
Friday. This morning is shrouded
in a mighty fog. The breath of Spring
is seen and felt. The first really Spring
The thick fog disperses as
the sun rises above the horizon; the
birds carol their sweetest lays, and
doubtless a thousand hearty laughs
have been perpetrated this morning in
the fattering prospects presented for
good grazing, and the hope of not
starving this season.
Propitious day this when all ma
ture seems enthused with hope for
"the gold time coming" Surely there
will not be much formality noU about
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