New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1860-09-19

music 10 7yhich they listen with psaspre, discussing
at the same time cakes, pies, and green apples, 40
all of which articles large retail business IL going
ON. have said the weather was bad; such az It
was il grew rapidly worse. The wind swept hats
and feathers and laid no very gentle hand upon
petticoats-yOur hoped shirt IL very treacherous
article; but faces suffered most, and were pnched,
and made 70 show the blue white and red which
constitute the flag Of country, but not in great
purity of color. Finally, one has enough, and
takes leave, intending an expedition TO town
with late return, which a deluge of rain impedes
but does not prevent. For you leave the hosptable
door Of your -ntertsiner (you have been dining
out). so chsrged with the positive electricity of
warmth good spirits, and good fellowship, that you
do not at first perceive the storm, or perceiving,
feel that you can hurt il more than IL can damage
YOU. The last laugh of the gay circle still ringing
in your ears keeps out awhile che whistling and
roaring of the wind, and the responsive shiverng
of the timbers Of Nature. But when the hail blows
into your eyes, and the rain makes little rivers
down your neck, and pond in your lap, then you
fully awake to the discomfOTts of your situation.
Now do not fear have recently described drive
in the wind, and shall not attempt s picture Of
ditto in the rain You all know what regular
SOu'wester ia, and how it stirs Creation. Add t.
J il pitch dark ones best clothes no waterproof,
and little in the carriage and one has nope,
| the elements of state of things. Whether you
prefer II 10 Ilt NOT easter " II nA,ob'ii VI
! cold without on warm with, for tle Sou weser Is
not icy. and the water with which it literally
| bathes YOU would under other circumstances, be-
| of an agreeable temperature. YOu get thropgl IT.
| however after an hour or so OF darkness, donot
and drenching coming in sight of familiar bsht
which is all you can see for the time, OF the place
| where you belong.
as bind Is. windows t6.s let opt the light
| "When light Is bone and h1pe /. what yo1 seeh'-
| ! purposey leave the fourth lile to be supplied
! by the ambitious among you
But since this savage epoch the weather has done
lis utmost TO efiace remembrances of It's caprlces-
| nay, il even OyerdOes its penltence and hugs US
! little more warmly than could wish For IN It's
aDgor it did make sad work, and tore mp respecta-
| BILE trees by the roots, and wouldn't let the New
York beat land its passengers bat snapped the thick
| cables as soon as they were thrown and strained,
| for as much as an hour together. Walking in our
! valley next morning, We found the ground strewn
| with tWigs and broken branches. Our neighbours
corn is down as low as the sheavcs of wheat that
bowed in JOsephs dream, but it is fallen Ike Luei
fer and Cardinal Wolsey, never H. rise again. Our
waterfall on the other hand, is in great heart since
| the recent flood, and makes almOst as much noise
| as public opinion after an election. But the dear
little pair Of hummDg birds who have their nest IN
some sweet bower above the waterfall and who are
all day in that large bush with the yellow flowers
thrilling their tiny wings as with the keenness OF an
| inward Joy; what has become OF them Has the
storm killed our little favorites at the end of their
happy Summer Creep cautiously near the bush
no, you have been too sudden. There they 60
swift startled making bee.lne for the hidden
nest, whence the infDitisiplal eggs have probably
issued before this, on wings Of their own. So small
| and yet so strong. Not an aJchangePs piDion can
bear him more directly TO his point than these little
tances of wings bear them JOYS OF parentage,
too, in that tiny breast-matronly soHcitude and
bousewifty providing Of worms, OF whatever the
young ones eat. Aud the storm has hurt them as
little as it has hurt u.s. nay, less. 1t has not in
iured the spendor Of their feathers, while it con
| sideraby damned the brightness of ours. I'm spite
ofDarwin we must recurto the word: And not
o sparrow falleth TO the ground without your
heavenly Fatber-oh ye oflttle faith"