Year: 1860

"Boast not thysef Of to morrow; for thou knovos,
not what day may bring forth"


Quincy, April 9Th, 1860.


EDITOR DEMOCRAT AS some moor rela-
ton" of whom rich man has grown s;ol,
and weary, still forces himself upon the hos
pitality and forbearance of his wealtbier kin
SO this last edition of winter was forced unon us
last night though we have repeatedly of late
decided the old Frost liking to be trouble
some and unweleome guest. Sometime be-
tween midnight last night and DAYLIGHT this
morning, the snow fell twenty inches deem
over our little valley We are a sedate and
early-going- -to-bed people, SO no one can tell
whether the huge white mass came down
quietly, flake after flake, as reasonable snow
should, or whether it was an avalanche from
the SKY that so overwhelmed us. At all
events, We found it here this morning. Had
1t been four days sooner it would have been
the coolest april fool" joke ever perpetra-
ted upon an unsuspecting community. The
eHects were singular; mems teeth chattered
as though they had all breakfasted on chilly
(Chlli) peaches; everybody was in bad hu-
NOR save few who were but too thankful
TO hnd their houses had not been broken in
by the weight of snow and they themselves
crushed unsuspectingly; men said little but
coughed loud; the frogs that had been all
along croaking that winter was gone were
every one silent; the birds, those pretty liz
tie liars that have been looking so innocent
and ehirpng so merrly that spring had
come, sought the highest branches of the
pines and, standing on one foot at a time
hid their wicked little heads under their
wings in shame, giving not a chirp, or qua.
ver' or warblp, by way Of explanation or in
sell-Justihcation. The streams were damned
everything was demned. A few Door
COWS that had allowed their courage to he
raised by the sight of little green grass
yesterday now looked foolish and melancholy
enough. The old pines looked solemn well
they might: the whole world had grown
pale, as if upon the eve of a general dissolu-
ton. Sympathizers have been shivering ali
day for their friends in Washoe who have to
sleep in the snow, or sit up because they
have no snow to sleep in. Tall men com
mand premium, being the best fitted for
w"ding; short men look angry, but say
nothing for fear of ducking.


One Marysville man is here. His mama
II wont tell, only the first part of it is
what every sensible boy likes. If he, on his
return, spins you any long yarn about his
sleigh riding in a splendid dashaway, &C.
&c, while here, don't yon believe a word of
it. Twas just common dug-out he rode in,
though will say he rode with an honest
man, Il don't keep a team) and what is some
thing for Marysville man, he looked honest
himself. GOOD looking men-see Bayard
Taylor ''ten years from now"-are excepted
in this category.)


Sore throats are all the rage here now,
and as man must be fashionable il it kills
him. [ have one myself Every third or
fourth man wears flannel bandage round
his neck-an amulet not to be disregarded
this weather-and as rather lead the fash
ion in this particular and have withall rath-
er the longest neck in the place, of course I
sport the biggest rag.


The day has been stormy and gloomy
enough, and has given fair promise of another
fall of snow tonight Once or twice the
mountain peaks have grown bright, and ig
norant people said "the sun was coming out
knew better twas but the spirit of Old
Winter smiling to see the confusion he had
made in our little world. And now tonight
the moon-lOvely old hypocrte that she is
looks from her azure throne above as sweety
as though her being ION change" to-day had |
not caused all this panic on our lower sphere
and as though she was not all last night
silent witness of the prank that winter
played so slyly upon US.


had u vast amount of news to write YOU,
by which your readers might have been
never so much interested aud benefited but
my letter is long enough, 30 l will freeze up.


Yours, eoldly, Dos CARLOS.