The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-02-12
SNOW.

7 This is January twenty,
When we should have ~sleighing plenty;
am tired altogether
OF such sour unpleasant weather,
Easy It's TO rain and blow,
why Is II so hard TO snow I"
See the Farmer, wet and weary,
Stalking DER the pain. 50 dreary
Oft he upward turns his peppers,
Blinking like q chimney sweeper's;
OF be cries, enraged with woe,
why in thunder. don't It snow %
See the Merchant, sorry fellow,
With a face as pale rs taliow-
Sick with grief, and quite bed ridden
All because there is no Sleddtr,
Hear him cry, in accents slow,
20 ye gods! Why don't it snow 7"
See he chop falln Tar.ra Keeper,
Voluntarily n Weeper
See his bar>room, once SO cherry,
Now forsaken, cold and drea1yl
Hear him cry, with spirits low,
Curse the l~nck,-Why don it snow"
Hear the sage Pr0gnasticator,
Blame those slip'ry tricks Of nature;
She so Oft his judgment botherS.
That he knows no more than others,
Hear him roar, with wrinkled brow,
Curse my stars !-why don't il snow2'
Folks in every flank and and station,
Join i'll tretfui exclamation;
Iailors. tinkers, parsons, pedlars,
Sawyers, Transfers, smiths and 6ddlerE-
Rich and poor or high and low,
Hop and swcar-for want of snow.
For myself-though pressed with sorrow,
Still, i'll hopes, twill snow tomorrow,
To be patient, | endeavor =
Faith such times can't last forever
Hear the stormy south>east blow
May it watt us hills of snow =
O! we gods, who rule the weather.
N~eptune-Joye-o both together
Lend, for once, an ear propitious,
Hear our prayers, and and grant our wishes;
Down your frosty 6lcsSfngs throw,
COyer-smotheI us-in snow.
The editor of the Wood Go Reporter in this
State betrayed into the following extravaganza
a week or two since, at the promise of snow, that
has not yet been realized:
THE SNOW.
After six weeks OF winter as laid down in tha
Almanac, we IRE greeted with sufficient snow IN
make tolOrablc good slipping. Lumbermen look
more plaasent --loggers wear more genial conn.
tenances, and shingle makers look iubilant. In
the language of lOngfellow's Hi6watha
Should you ask me whence this snow came
Whence this binding sleet and vapor-
Whence the million tiny snow>fakes
Like glist ming jewls in the storm clouds
With their symmetry and beauty
We should answer, VIC should tell Won.
From the far extending upward
From the atmosphere above US.
From Its floating clouds of vapor.
Floating in the pale blue ether,
Till summoned blythe elk o. the wesssvr
To7desce1d in throngs rs countless j
As the sands of hoary ocean
To do service tor the yeo man,
"Or any other man" ii O n
Or 10 please the blooming dansels
Brushing blooming BalmOrals-
lie, bio oming girls that wear EN-
In their skating or heir sliding;
Or 20 make the heart of boyho0d
Tickled with the ghOstly prospect
Prospect of coasting and of sliding.
Till they giggle in their slumbers
Like they 90 with wums or cholic.
To make loggers brisk ana whistle
With delight in camp and camp freq
Thinking of the dimes in spring time
When their products reach the markat
On the waters OF the river
Swollen by the thawing snow-banks
or the regions further northwsrd
Ihats W hence the snow and vapor he'll from
That's the Uhere and these the wkerefores
From the olrcllng clouds of heaven,
From the freezing vapor floating
In the hrmameHta above US
That's whenccit comes That's tgkat's The
MATTER"
Or aany other man. That's Hiavyaths.
---S -
synOFsis of Meteorological ObservG tions,