The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1885-05-09

Something on Spring This alleged spring
weather had tempted us to try and write some
tnlng real nice on the supposed advent of the
vernal season, and we had commenced collecting
our ideas for the task, when, sitting beside a
warm coal stove, eagerly looking over Harper's
Bazar for something that might give US "poin-
Ter, we dropped on the following, and as it is
perhaps better than anything could unite in
our present chilly condition, we will just submit
1t to our readers with the promise to give them
something real "fowry" when get our hands
warm. The Bazaar, which is good authority, say
1t is quite certain that spring resembles a
person whose charms have been greatly over
rated that, when encounter her, even those
attractions which she possesses lose their power
to dazzle, owing to the absence of those which we
expected to find in her, and to which she can lay
little claim. The poets are to blame for her
short comings and for all our decisions about her;
no season could live up to the reputation they
have given her; they have painted her portrait,
and hattered it past recognition. We naturally
feel as if confidence had been abused. 1t
would be hard to decide why they have chosen
the spring to set up an idol above every other
season; but we were so willing to accept their
pretty conceits and suggestions the subject
that we have allowed ourselves to be imposed
upon with fine rhymes and images. They have
been well paid for telling US all about it, and we
have taken it for granted that they were fulfilling
the contract with perfect probity. Having such
confidence in their intelligence as reporters and
their honesty as workmen, we had abandoned
ourselves entirely to their discretion in the mat
ter, and now waken to find that we really know
more about it than they do, and that they have
drawn largely from their imagnations instead of
taking the trouble to observe with fidelity. In
other words, they have Cooked the accounts"
They have led US to expect "ethereal mindness,"
and we are greeted with equinoctal weather and
wet east winds; they have talked of "April
flowers" and we have been obliged to pluck them
by proxy they have reminded US that "the air
is sweet" but we know it has nipped our early
buds; instead of the green grass they promised
US, we find only few blades that act as if they
were afraid of the open air, and were trying to
keep out of sight as much as possible; we are en-
couraged to look for "the maiden from afar" early
in March, but she really does not pack her trunk
till the goth of the month"; and then she delays so
long on the way that it is rarely she reaches our
shores before the middle of May then she always
arrives when we least expect her, and have al
most given her up, and have begun to believe she
is myth with which tho poets are amusing US !;
and we have generally gone back into our furs
and wraps before she knocks, and have thrown
another log the fire in despair, and, of course,
she finds us totally unprepared to receive her,
and a little angry at being surprised, and not
half so glad to welcome her as we should have
been when she was due, and had made up our
minds to see all the sweetness and amiability in
her with which she has been credited"