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KIDD’S OWN JOURNAL. 

THE BACHELOR’S DREAM. 

The music ceased ; the last quadrille was o’er— 
And one by one the waning beauties fled ; 
The garlands vanished from the frescoed floor, 
The nodding fiddler hung his weary head. 
And I—a melancholy single man— 
Retired to mourn my solitary fate. 
Islept awhile ; but o’er my slumbers ran 
The sylph-like image of my blooming Kate. 
I dre mt of mutual love, and Hymen’s joys, 
Of happy moments and connubial blisses ; 
And then I thought of little girls and boys,— 
The mother’s glances, and the infant’s kisses. 
I saw them all, in sweet perspective sitting 
In winter’s eve around a blazing fire ; 
The children playing and the mother knitting, 
Or fondly gazing on the happy Sire. 
The scene was changed—in came the Baker’s 
bill ; 
I stared to see the hideous consummation 
Of pies and puddings that it took to fill 
The stomachs of the rising generation. 
There was no end to eating :—legs of mutton 
Were vanquished daily by this little host ; 
To see them, you'd have thought each tiny 
glutton 
Had laid a wager who could eat the most. 
The massy pudding smoked upon the platter ; 
The ponderous sirloin raised its head in vain ;— 
The little urchins kicked up such a clatter, 
That scarce a remnant e’er appeared again. 
Then came the School bill:—Board and Edu- 
cation 
So much per annum ; but the extras mounted 
To nearly twice the primal stipulation, 
And every little bagatelle was counted ! 
“To mending tuck ;—a new Homeri Ilias ;— 
A pane of glass ;—Repairing coat and b 
A slate and pencil ;—Binding old Virgilius ;— 
Drawing a tooth ;—An open draft and leeches.” 

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And now I languished for the single state, 
The social glass, a quiet day on Sunday, 
The jaunt to Windsor with my own sweet Kate, 
And raved against the weekly bills on Monday. 
Here Kate began to scold,—I stampt the more ; 
The kittens squeak, the children loudly scream; 
And thus awaking with the wild uproar, 
I thanked my stars that it was—but a dream. 
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MAN'S SORROWS. 
Our woes 
Are like the moon reversed—the broad bright disk 
Turned Heavenwards—the dark side towards us, 
Till God in His great mercy moves them round 
And rolls them with a wise and gentle hand 
Into the dim horizon of the past, 
To bless us with their smile of tearful lustre. 
J. 9S. Biae. 
SOME ACCOUNT 
OF THE : 
REMARKABLE MAY SNOW-STORM. | 
WITH INCIDENTAL NOTICES OF ITS EFFECTS 
ON THE LIVING AND INANIMATE CREATION. 
WE HAVE RECEIVED FROM A KIND FRIEND 
residing at Barnsley, some very interesting 
particulars relative to the extraordinary 
Snow-storm of May last, which committed 
such sad ravages in the south-west of York- 
shire, and the bordering counties westward. 
Such a storm occurring in the month of 
May, was never, it would appear, known 
before. Very voluminous details were pub- 
lished at the time by the local journals, but 
the subjoined additional particulars, from the 
Diary of Mr. T. Lister, will, we feel sure, be 
read with an increased feeling of curiosity— 
more especially as they embody many inter- 
esting remarks about birds, flowers, and vege- 
tation generally. 
May 9.—The barometer sank from 29°30° yes- 
terday to 29°15° and 29°. Through the early 
hours of morning showers were continuous, which 
gradually changed to snow, increasing in the heavi- 
ness of the flakes towards noon, and continuing 
without intermission until late at night. Passen- 
gers, vehicles, roofs of houses, trees, everything 
was literally covered with a thick, snowy mantle. 
May 10.—This morning the streets and houses 
are deeply enveloped in snow. The depth around 
the town is estimated at from nine inches to one 
foot, increasing in a westward direction towards 
the moors. At Stainbro’, it is reported to lie from 
fifteen to eighteen inches; at Thurgoland, two 
feet ; at Penistone, with careful measurement, it 
was found to be a depth of two feet three inches ; 
and in many places above one yard. On the Derby- 
shire side of the great backbone of England, it is 
stated to be from three to four feet. ‘The wind 
was changeable during the fall of this snow-storm, 
blowing from the N.E. by N. and N.W. at intervals. 
The extent to which the snow was mainly confined, 
was, in this district, on each side of the Moorland 
ridge, thinning off to the eastward towards Ponte- 
fract, scarcely extending to Wakefield northward, 
nor Chesterfield southward, nor Doncaster south- 
east ; the snow changing to rain in these directions. 
The damage to trees has been immense. The 
birch and the beech, with their numerous leafy 
sprays, and the budding oaks, have suffered the 
most in the woods about here. But the injury 
sustained here, is nothing to compare with the west 
and south-west districts. The woods of F. V. 
Wentworth, Esq., at Stainbro’, and those of Lord 
Wharncliffe, at Wortley and Wharncliffe, suffered 
to the extent of thousands of pounds loss. Heavy 
losses have been sustained in the quantities of sheep 
that have perished. Such a snow-storm in May is 
not remembered by the oldest amongst us ; and by 
few, indeed, at any period of the year. The quan- 
tity of water in the rain-guage, on the roof of the 
post-office, indicated a fall to the unprecedented 
extent of two inches, and probably there would be 
some waste in the flakes of snow being blown from 
the receiver previous to melting. 
May 11.—Took the first opportunity of getting 

