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Dietetics.*
We could enlarge further upon this tempting brochure , but we have been lured on to almost greater length than we intended , and we must therefore pause to say no more in con . elusion than that—if the type should ever become a little larger and the margins wider ; and if the illustrated cover should be . brought into a little more accord with Nature ; and if , too , the matter should be so changed as to contain at least a modicum of common sense , the "twopence " would still be extremely well worth the monthly number of the Magazine . " W . T .
Winter.
WINTER .
BT BRO . JOHN SAFFERT . THE Winter King to life hath sprung , And donned his garments made of snow With icicles his limbs are hung , The frozen locks fall from his brow .
His breath hath frosted hedge and tree , And frozen o'er the stream and lake ; Each hill and dale are fair to see , Snow clad , they dainty jrictures make . His potent will all nature sways , And yet a smile is on his face ;
The sun subdued with ruddish rays , Illumes the earth with cheerful grace . The skaters now brisk pleasure take , And skim fast o ' er the glassy ice ; The boys with glee their slides to make
, And trip and fall all in a trice . The merry laugh and joyous shout , Invite us to the mirthful scene ; And joining in the noisy rout , We soon put off our manly mien .
But Winter hath another phase , That tells of hunger ' s dire distress ; The poor that roam from place to place , Feel all its pangs and bitterness . Well may the lordly squire , at home , Indulge iu mirth and revels gay ; If he but helps the poor that come , Alms asking on a Winter ' s day .
And may his daughters—Graces all—With hearts that glow with kindly fires , At each poor cottage daily call , To aid the aged dame ' s desires .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Dietetics.*
We could enlarge further upon this tempting brochure , but we have been lured on to almost greater length than we intended , and we must therefore pause to say no more in con . elusion than that—if the type should ever become a little larger and the margins wider ; and if the illustrated cover should be . brought into a little more accord with Nature ; and if , too , the matter should be so changed as to contain at least a modicum of common sense , the "twopence " would still be extremely well worth the monthly number of the Magazine . " W . T .
Winter.
WINTER .
BT BRO . JOHN SAFFERT . THE Winter King to life hath sprung , And donned his garments made of snow With icicles his limbs are hung , The frozen locks fall from his brow .
His breath hath frosted hedge and tree , And frozen o'er the stream and lake ; Each hill and dale are fair to see , Snow clad , they dainty jrictures make . His potent will all nature sways , And yet a smile is on his face ;
The sun subdued with ruddish rays , Illumes the earth with cheerful grace . The skaters now brisk pleasure take , And skim fast o ' er the glassy ice ; The boys with glee their slides to make
, And trip and fall all in a trice . The merry laugh and joyous shout , Invite us to the mirthful scene ; And joining in the noisy rout , We soon put off our manly mien .
But Winter hath another phase , That tells of hunger ' s dire distress ; The poor that roam from place to place , Feel all its pangs and bitterness . Well may the lordly squire , at home , Indulge iu mirth and revels gay ; If he but helps the poor that come , Alms asking on a Winter ' s day .
And may his daughters—Graces all—With hearts that glow with kindly fires , At each poor cottage daily call , To aid the aged dame ' s desires .