Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Snow.—Snow Falling—The Landscape—Martial Resemblances— Drifts and Disguises—Mystery of the Well—Pranks of the Wood-Pile, Axe, Log, the Kennel, and the Grindstone— Astonishment in the Roost—Cattle in the Barn-Yard—Delight of the Children—Domestic Worship—The Breakfast—Business of the Day—Preparations for a Sleigh-Ride—Conclusion. The jocund fields would masquerade; Fantastic scene I Tree, shrub, and lawn, and lonely glade Bare cast their green, And joined the revel, all arrayed So white and clean. SIOW, A WINTER SKETCH. The blessed morn has come again; The early gray Taps at the slumberer's window pane, . And seems to say Break, break from the enchanter's chain, Away, away! Tis Winter, yet there is no sound Along the air, Of winds upon their battle-ground, But gently there, The snow is falling,—all around How fair—how fair! . The jocund fields would masquerade; Fantastic scene! Tree, shrub, and lawn, and lonely glade Have cast their green, And joined the revel, all arrayed So white and clean. E'en the old posts, that hold the bars And the old gate, Forgetful of their wintry wars And age sedate, High capped, and plumed, like white hussars, Stand there in state. The drifts are hanging by the sill, The eaves, the door; The hay-stack has become a hill; All covered o'er The wagon, loaded for the mill The eve before. Maria brings the water-pan, But where's the Well! Like magic of a fairy tale, Most strange to tell, All vanished, curb, and crank, and rail.' How deep it fell! The wood-pile too is playing hide; The axe, the log, The kennel of that friend so tried, (The old watch-dog,) The grindstone standing by its side, All now incog. The bustling cock looks out aghast Fro...