Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1878-03-16
UnseasonabIe seasons.

The following is an agreeablepiece
of pleasantly from the New York
Herald. The leading idea in it is
the complete setting aside of the
standard poetic description of the
seasons by the unreasonable weather
we have had of late; spring in the
middle of winter and winter rudely
scattering the flowers of spring. The
poets are evidently on a strike for
having to work extra hours trying
to alter their old poems SO as to suit
the new departure
What are the poets of the seasons
to do? The dusty old fellows have
been holding a caucus on the library
shelves, and declare that things are
knocked endwise. This is the time
when winter should be malingering
in the lap of spring, when winds
should ''howl along the forest bare, ("
when March should be playing roar
ing lion instead of frisking kid.
Milton is mad, Thompson is thun-
derous, Gray has the blues and
Shakespeare swears by his bones
that he will bring out new prompt
edition." Blue skies, balny air
and the lovely April, May and
June weather which has been ours
since the 1st of March are disgusting
things to these hoary old leather
coated fellows on the shelves.
s'Bah," says Milton, cit sounds hor-
rible, but what eau / do? The man
who peddles chest protectors is sell
ing sun goggles. We must move all
our poetry back two months. List
en- to this:
Zephyr with Aurora-parching
As he met her once a-Marching.
Groans go up around the poet of
paradise Lost" "The man with
the patent snow melter has gone in
to the water cooler business" says
Coleridge, with the Mortified look
of his 'Ancient Mariner" "Here
is what I must come tO:"
,Tis a month before the month of-April
And Spring comes-hopping with caper i'll.
A howl of anguish from old Carew
falls on the ear as he sObS forth,
'sThe first city cousin has taken his
summer quarters in a New Jersey
farmhouse; a deluded Tenth Ward
boy is buying Fourth. of July crack
erS."
The wales and woods-partic'larly the larch-
Welcome the coming of the longed for
March.
"Cone, gentle spring J" said
Thomson, in a voice like one of his
'Eruffian blasts" "How are you to
ask it to come when it's here eight
weeks ahead of time, like surprise
party. Ethereal mildness' be shat
tered and clustered and frozen stiff,
for all | care. The man with the
skates meets the man with the
bathing suit; the icemen who raised
their prices because there were only
two weeks of winter keep them up
because there are ten months OF
summer" The old man retired to
write an indignant addition to his
Summer" in which such adjectives
as blazing, sweltering, binding, tor
rid and roasting were heard sizzing
from beneath his quill. The gentle
Shakespeare said "A Winters
Tale no more will do. We must be
summary (yOur pardon for the. pun,
| pray). Now let me write OF
squashes ripe, nor hold palaver
about daffOdils that come before the
swallow dares and take the winds
of March with beauty. For three
old bucks did Broadway strut in
linen suits but yesterday, who for a
decade past have, swathed in fan
mel, lain abed till May. The year
is out of joint 0 cursed spite, that
March is May. Well never fix it
right And theygrowled in chorus
that youngsters like LongfellOw and
Bryant would have a chance TO
write poems with rhymes for genial
Februarys and green Decembers.
They did not see that the times are
Bland, that the thermometer. is
ninety-twO cents on the dollar. But
that is not our affair. Let us enjoy
the golden sunshine until the mint
has blossOmed and the wild thyme
blows again. "Spring, spring, beau
tiful spring" 8
p. S.-'The above was unfortu-
nately in type before we heard that
it was showing in Cheyenne.