Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1872-03-25

and additional delegate for each one hundred and
fifty cast for the Republican candidate for Gov
ernor the last State election. Delegates will pro-
vide themselves with proper credentials signed by
G. G. BENEDICT Chairman,
KITREDGE HAsKINs, Secretary.
Last Wednesday, according to the al
manac, was the first day of SPRING; and
a fine spring day it was too, with mer-
curry resting on the zero mark, the wild
winds whistling o er the hills, and around
the corners, lifting and whirling with
vengeance, the new fallen snow high up
in the air, sitting it over the fields and
through the forests in manner pleasant
enough to look at through the windows
of a well heated ROOM but not very in
teresting to the weary traveller, "as he
journeyed along, singing a song, IF,
indeed, there could be found man with
pluck enough to travel, and cheerful and
light hearted enough to burst forth with
gush of melody, on such savage and
tempestuous day,
Hearing nothing but the tempest
As it roared along the forest;
Seeing nothing but the snowstorm
AS it wh,rled and Kissed and drfted'
This was Observation Day." the Goth
of March-so they say IN York State
and as the weather is upon the Goth,
so it will be for the next three months
o. my think of it fellow citizens:
three months more of such weather as
last Wednesday. Won't the widow and
the orphan, the old lambs and young
lions, as we'll as the hens, chickens and
every other living creature, hail the
spring when it does come; and may
we not as well commence now and say,
Spring,-oh, gentle spring,-wEere art
thou? In old Virginia, instead of call
ing the goth after the manner of the
"gay and festive Yorker, they will tell
you that it is Ground Hogs Day."
(The Virginia ground hog is Vermont
woodchuck.) They tell us that unless
there is to be cold and backward Spring,
this animal will surely ''come out of his
hole" on the Goth of March. and not be-
fore must be he carries an almanac
to bed with him in the fall, else how
could he be so punctual-but if this Won
derful little hog fails to make his APP
pearance on this day, the old sign OBJ
servers will say, "Ah, me: a cold time
Tor the tN,ree ,sAssr,sNAs>-., ass,a, I
know what the ground hog of the South
did last Wednesday, but we feel quite
sure that if the Vermont woodchuch had
put his head above the level of the sod
upon that day, he wouldchucked it back
again and gone on with his torpidity
But to be serious for moment AL
though not the worst we have had this
winter, it was indeed bitter cold day.
To some 1t brought no fear-by others
it was dreaded much. You who have
enough of the "root of all evil" as it
is sometimes called,-and as too often is
the case-to provide yourselves with a
warm stall, spread your parlor floors
with rich tapestry, and have plenty Of
hard, dry wood, fresh beef, and all else
the heart could wish for: what care you
for the storm king-let it howl and dc
its best-its cold fingers cannot reach
you; if the sun shines, all right, let 'el
shine; glad to see it. And if day
comes like last Wednesday, all the same
to you; you repeat it ''let 'er come,
I'm all right. But just twist your eye
around little, and look across the fielC
to that little old shanty and see if yor
can think of any one that isn't al
right. The man that lives there i,
poor as Jobs turkey, perhaps; he il
honest as the day is long, has been (;
hard worker all his life worked him
self bald headed. and out at the elbows
and yet he isn't worth red ha
had good deal of bad luck-mor,
than you think for; is obliged to burr
green hemlock wood and cut it by moon
light, for he cannot afford to lose q da,
to do it; his shanty leaks; the snoy
Sits in through the crevices and unde
the door and the wind puts out his tai
low dip; he is hungry as bear, but to-
cold to eat; the fire don't burn worth
cent, his squirrel isn't half cooked anc
his cake is all dough he shakes and h
shivers, his teeth chatter and his lii
quivers he tries to forget himself b,
singing some old song, but he drifts Of
on to new one he has heard somewhere
in which one line of the chorus seem
appropriate for the occasion-the lin
that runs something like this: 80, pit,
my sad DOOM" Rich man, think O
last Wednesday and open your hear
and take out handful of that golt
dust, give little here and little there
but stop-be careful of one thing-Loo
ont and not gioe yourself short! But
'Wheneer you meet the orphan boy lust saw
Within your heart, Lord bless this desolate child
And be his guide in all his heavenward way:
Oh, bid the winds to this lone one be mild.
And burning suns gently to beam on him.
Let lOWrinC clouds mako mot his rathv-,,