Talk of "the weather and the Parke" !—what are we
to say about this morning ? We can hardly say whether we have a right to designate it "weather " or not, it was so totally out of ordinary role. About five or six- o'clock there was a very heavy rain, which froze as it-fell, and coated everything with solid ice. The trees were encased like leaves preserved by the eleetro-metallic process, and the twigs rattled in the wind like the arrows in the quiver of Odin. The paths were glassy, and passengers were paralyzed, or rashly walking, fell. It was an hour to release the skater from the pond, and to make him alone free of the road. A. pick- pocket in skates might have levied contributions, defying resistance and all Beakdom. " Our own correspondent," coming up to business from his residence in the county of Middlesex, met the Oldest Inhabitant, bearing, at once, on that unstable footing, the yoke of time and of milk- pails ; and with the cautious limitation which always distinguishes his statement, he said—" I have never seen such a morning, in all my born days."
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