NEW ENGLAND WINTER. 163 



chusetts winter, which not only widens the 

 scope of the year, but contains within itself 

 a variety wellnigh endless. 



I have kept my subject out-of-doors. It 

 is well always to have at least one point of 

 originality. Let it be mine, in the present 

 instance, that I have said nothing about the 

 pleasures of the fireside, about long even- 

 ings and drawn curtains. If I were in win- 

 ter's place, I should not greatly care to hear 

 people tell how comfortable they could make 

 themselves by jealously shutting me out. 

 Their speech might be eloquent, and their 

 language eulogistic ; but somehow I should 

 not feel that they were praising me. 



