Wednesday, - December 10, 1S45.
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The WEaTHEs---Last week you couldn't put
your cut of doors without danger of freezing,
hut the weather has moderated and the same act,
Just now, would be attended with danger of
drowning. Winters icy beard has dropped from
his chin, and he has grown as lacrymose as an old
man in his dotage. First snow, then sleet, and
now rain, accompanied by few lightning fiushe.
and thunder pcals which August would not be
ashamed Of. We hope he will continue long
enough in melting mood to raise old Red