IN WINTER.
How touching, when, at midnight, sweep Snow-muffipd winds, and all is dark, To hear — and sink again to sleep. ■ * — Wordsworth
Free-?, freeze, thou bitter sky, Thou dost not bite so u:gh As benefits forgot ; Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting ia not do sharp As friend remembered not. — Shakespeare,
plies our homelier wants with his smiling 1-epertoirc of ''Cabbigee, callit, caulflower, and curly gleen," and the formidable question of "What shall we have for breakfast?" is solved by the fishmonger and the butcher. But in the country, how different! How little to break the monotony, how gigantic the detail of household tasks, which in Bummer were but pleasure -under another name, and now have sunk to drudgery ! But time and space forbid me to glance at the aspects with which winter alternately charms and depresses the country flweller — yet another day I know that their fcnagic will draw me-.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2527, 20 August 1902, Page 61
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152IN WINTER. Otago Witness, Issue 2527, 20 August 1902, Page 61
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