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Windsor
A Morning in November, 4th, 1837.

Rose and dressed early and looked out door - and
lo! a white froast, of olden time reminding
me. Forth I issued to snuff the morning air
that the exercise might bolster my health -
forth I hold that the morning imparts
a vigour to the body, if exercise be taken in it,
that no other portion of the day can confer.
But in this town Windsor surrounded by
bogs, itself a sand hill like terrapain moun
ted on the mud, - it is said, I early exercise
in the morning is unhealthy on account
of the fog arising from the low land preg
nant of effluvia. Yet I walked and a
splendid froast did view, thinking of when
I was a little boy - I could not he prevent
these. As the sun rose, a smoke also rose
where the froast was - His burning rays
instantaneously caused the vapor to rise
like smoke, and then the frozen fluid
would fall in large drops of clear water.
When I looked toward the woods, all was
coloured. The axe man was heard there -
men calling their hogs, cattle lowing
- dogs yelping in the forest after vermin,
- the Robin, the blue bird, and even that
celebrated linguist of birds, the mocking bird,
gave their respective notes to this emblem
of winter - all was gay and poetic. It was
cold too: - after dinner. Poor old Curry - he
was eating on the tips on the other side the
street and some one threw a brick at him. -
Come out here says the old man. -