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The beauty of our Village hath departed-the Ice Spirit hath visited us in anger, and poured forth his fury upon our faramed village of leaves. Our streets filled with desolaton and gloom, and the eye un- consciously wanders on in search of one object where the wo touched not with its whitening hand. Our nerable elms stand but sad memenos of their former bcauty-our noble sycamores are stripped naked by the blast-while the passer by carefully threads his way amid the dismembered limbs of our shadowy naples. All-aI have met one common fate-not a tree. shrub, or bush escaped unscathed from the chill embrace of the icy messenger, while some, alas have to mourn over hopes destroyed, and anticpations Of enjoyment never to be realized.

 Many winters have been given to me on earth; and Hove to look out upon the broad landscape when ev cry thing which meets the eye, the small spear of grass is dressed in its svery mantle and the mor ming sun lights up the with its dazzling splendor It is scene which art can initiate, and nane but He who rules the tempest and directs the storm can temper to us in mercy. The noon-tidc sun seldom looks on such scene as this-Ike the "morning cloud and early dew it passeth away and remen Der as one of the gorgeous pictures which delight the eye, but leave no warmth upon the heart. How chill must the remembrance of this he when it is rau't with havoc and devastation In each itful gust came crashing down some lofty limb of the proud, lordy oak, more mournful still, the whole trunk, borne down with it's cumbrous load, trembled-tottered- fell Nor is this event without its morals it tells us in language too plain to misunderstood, "set not your affections on things above"-"a breath can break them, as a breath hath made" ELLA