New-York tribune., 1875-03-04

II there were such a thing kindergarten Tor
animals we should advise Dame Nature to send
March to one, and keep him there till he had learned
manners. He Is tho worst behaved, by iar' Oh all
her family Of and daughters. According TO tho
latest biographical dictionaries he must DO much
over six thousand years old. bet he seems as far
from years OF discretion ever lie Is never two
vears alike Last year we had ~ repr0ye him
sharply for acting like the donkey In the fable.
rampina round as if he were "Tatters," our ekye.
spattering us with mud, smOtberiDg US wIth Dust.
slipping us up with ice, and greeting us WIN nan
that was very unwelcOme. He seemed 10 think tha'
because we liked February, who, when he was about
half crowd. had a pretty. hobbledehoyish way Of
making love- and though by nature little cold
could thaw out very sweetly and delusiyely on oc-
casion-that therefore we must like hin. forgetting
that while many people liked Valentine, and thought
him an amiabe. good-tempered chap very fow
people could put up with his horrid brother Orson.
This year. we are sorry to say. March has not only
been unruly and miscbievous, he has been guilty OK
a shabby practical joke, which. as everybody
knows Is like q pun. tolerable and not TO De en-
dured. Reading in Young Probabilities that we
were to have fine weather on Monday, he resolved
to give Us feast of Spring lamb such as we little
dreamed Of And hearing people repeating prov
erb about coming in like lion and going out
like lamb" he said to himself III snow
'em how to come in hke a lion and lamb
at once I'm sick of that proyerb. and III plague
the folks that are always quoting it at me-" 30 he
pulled over his shoulders the sOftest snow-whte
fleece he could end in heaven. and doing up his tail
in bob as il he had been girl Of the period and
drawing curly lambs-w mts and socks over hs
cat-like claws he came down on US as gently as the
playful ram that carried Pnryxus and Helle over
the sea- But our ram soon showed that he was on
the rampage, and that there was nothing sheeplsh
about him. He butted our citizens down and broke
their legs and arms Like the sheep in the Joe Sil-
Ter story about tho heepsteang deacon, he flew at
people and bit them. His heece was the fleece OF a
lamb but his conduct the conduct Of
lion. He showed spirit of mischief worthy OF
prize imp. He blocked tho horse-cars, thus putting
stop to rapid transit the chief pride OF our city;
be made the sidewalks slippy. and he played on the
telegraph wires with his icy claws If they had
been harp of o thousand strings. To pretend con-
viviality be took pipe at every house he came 10.
and ruined half the plumbers in the city with pros
perity. while he drove the housekeepers distracted.
Thus he carried on for a whole day, and when he
had us all tired out with these unseemly and un-
lambly tricks he chops ab ut lays bus hoof on bis
breast shrugs bis shoulder. makes leg. and de-
clares be never meant it. Then he hung his fleece
up to dry IN the sky His tears of repentance made
the going very sloppy About his neck there was
pretty little bit of sky-blue rbbon and altogether
be looked as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
He seemed to say Forgive and Forget. Let us have
peas" But he couldn't be trusted, and has broken
out again as madly as before.