Cincinnati daily press. [volume] (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1860-1862, 1861-11-30
Winter has Come A Saturday Evening
Talk

Talk.
"Winter hes comei Winter has comew
shouted the delighted children as they rushed
from their schools last evening. OF the
wind-thinking, "to-morrow it will be frozen
and we can slide on the small pools, and
next day on the ponds; and soon, very soon,
can we skate on the river. Oh won't that
be jolly Hurrah for winter, and ice, and
snowp Before nightfall the girls were out
with their light band sleighs, running and
sliding on the sidewalk. How rosy their in-
nocent cheeks looked, and how delighted
they all seemed as they gathered around the
cheerful coal fires that glOwed in the CRATES
after tea.
Papa must get me new pair of skates;
won't your I've got clear through Interest,
and my teacher says | can get into the High
School next year if go on SO fast, aud so
well. You, will get me nice new pair,
won't you2"
The father looked with an honest pride on
his darling Nettie, and on Joe, who clamored
loudly for skates and sleighs, and got the
promise of them.
The coal and wood dealers-the furriers,
the tailoTs, the ap.makers-the kindling.
wood men, all were glad that winter had
come. The thoughts of merry evenings and
parties, and "candy. pulls" arose in the vi
sions of every family, and all seemed de-
lighted at the advent of the fierce old king.
No; not all were delighted last evening.
Our story is not half told. 1t was indeed
| pleasant in nearly all the houses where the
Journal was read; and it was half musical
| to sit by the warm hearth and listen to the
wind whistling outside, and to hear it tug.
| giDg awsy at the shutters and slamming the
doors. But little Dimity didn't think there
was much fun in having the west wind play
with the shreds of her tattered frock. She
didn't like to see them stand out so-they
looked ten times more ragged and dirty than
they did before; besides, the cold wind cut
| like an edged knife.
"Winter has come, mother |" said the poor
child as she dropped her bunch of sticks al
her widowed mothers feet. "Winter has
come, and it is very cold. l don't know
what makes it so cold. We want q good
many sticks to night, but couldn't pick up
any more, my hands got so numb; it seemed
as if Winter was mad at me, mother, and
tried to pull my tundle away from me-"
"The Sabbath School teacher told us we
had a Father in Heaven, and that he would
take care Of us now, since father was killed
in battle; but l don't believe it, mothers
there can't be any such God as my teacher
talked about He may be q Father to her
for she was dressed so nicely and warm, even
when it was not cold. There may be a God
for rich folks-and feel something in my
heart tells me that we ought to have Father
in Heaven, too; but it seems very strange
that He forgets US while we are children or
earth. If there is a God now, just as there
vas once, who fed His children by unseer
hands, why don't he feed US, mother2 Oh
wish the school girls knew how hungry
was when they were throwing their cake
and bread and butter at each other, going
! home from school,"
Little Dini.ys simple theology rang al
night in our ears, till the wind at last dice
away and we slept.
But, sisters in furs and brothers in over
coats, as you walk demurely to the house o
God, Tomorrow, these words will haunt you
and whether the minister preaches or th,
choir sings, your sensitive spirit will not le
you rest-nor should it-until you hav,
sought out the poor child-for she is nea
4 you-and made her feel that there is indeed
a seeing, hearing and a feeling Father il
Heaven, who pitieth all his children, an
who remembers them through his tayore
instruments here on earth&