Year: 1867

4HIONSOA Oiv NM SA~f.S~Ns'S'
BY FLO.


It seems to be characteristic Of man
to regard the past as being more pleasant
than the present, and particularly SO in re.
gard to the seasons; although there may be
some exceptions, and we thank heaven that
we happen to be an exception. We have
lately attended the obsequies of the last OF
the four children, that belonged to old father
time; and we are glad that they are dead
and buried not, but we have had our en-.
joyments; not but what they have brought
rs enjoyments, and made US happier than
VIC have ever been before. But We believe,
that the sorrows Of any round Of seasons,
that has ever been, will quite balance the
enjoynlents; therefore in the coming seasons
we hope that the enjoyments will over-bal.
ance the sorrows, aud make US happier than
we have ever been before.


However let US consider the past for
moment, review the seasons, and note some
of the traits in each.


Spring was born cross squalling little
brat, knocking off our hat and catching one
in the hair with one hand, and hurling
snow, hail, or rain in our face with the other.
But as she grows older she becomes by
degrees as gentle as lamb, but we fear she
will always be changeable in her temper;
because some days she cheers US with her
smiles, and makes us think that We are en-
joying as much happiness, as Adam and
Eve did, while they retained their state Of
purity. But man is doomed to disappoint-
mcnt because the Sun may have set
beautiful, and the sky may be clear, and
every prospect for pleasant day on the
morrow,-but what? something through
the course Of the night seems to have
rufled the temper Of Spring. And the
first salutation in the morning is our hat
off, over the fence into ten-acre field, and
we after it; but it is no use, the wind carries
it FIVE times as fast as we can run, and lodges
it in the northwest corner of the field !;
but on we 20 as fast as we can run with our
hands on our head to keep the remaining
hair that has not been forced from our
Uranium, and blown away with the hail and
snow, that were coming in torrents from
the sky to the earth. Our hat secured We
return to the house. determined not to ven
tuve out any more until we can be sure that
we will not loose our hat, say nothing about
our head.


And sit any wonder, that we view such
times with mingled dread and awe; when
the god of day wells his face, that he may
not behold the obstreperousness of this
young hopeful spring. But we said a short
time ago that springs temper was change
able, and so it is, for by the next morning
or two, the sun will Withdraw his veil and
put on a cheerful smile; while spring is
wrapt in tears, l suppose for her bad con-
duct, and as we are always willing to for
give true penitent, we will suppose spring
is sincere, and forgive her, and view the
brighter side of her temper Two, three, or
four, such times and her temper becomes mild
and gentle, and instead Of being clothed
with sheets of ice and snow, and emitting
rain, hail and snow from the clouds we see
her dccked with every dye and tint Of which
the various flowers are composed, and send
ing us the warm and gentle showers, that
gladden. and cheer the heart Of the farmer,
and forces smile on the most crabid old
man to think Of the beautiful harvest these
gentle showers and lovely days will bring
him who is q stranger to smile at most
other times. But who can hep smiling, OF
even enjoying an old fashioned laugh tr
think that the squalling little brat with
which we had to deal short time ago ha.
become a lovely girl; possessing all the
beauties and virtues that fallen angel car
possess, with a wreath Of flowers in one
hand and boquet in the other, to welcome
her successor not seemingly aware that shs
must pass away and be no more just before
he is formed.


Spring We think is formed in poverty
With very bad temper, dies in still greater
poverty, having an even temper, and i
buried in beauty.


Summer is bOrncd sorrowful child and
often weeps and sometimes bellows like ,
real booby. We can give no good reason fo1
his doing so, except that although he is
borned in beauty, aud gets all the flowers
that his sister prepares for him, and ever
more still he is bornei in poverty no
having the substance that his sire yielded
his predecessors having consumed all, ant
yielded nothing but flowers and fair promise
in return; and we supposehe makes this ad
about his poverty. But he does not 81
down to weep, Lut goes to work striving t
replace the bounties that his predecessor
have consumed, and provide for his success
sors as assiduously as if he expected to sur
vivc to help enjoy them; but he seems no
fully to understand that he cannot unit
he is taken like man in the prims Of lit
and hurried into an untimely grave. Blu
what he was unable to do on account Of hi
untimely d cath, Autumn steps on the aren
with strong oonslit tion; and an arm ner,
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