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328. Character of Colonel Hutchinson
& Hunt's Tr.)
263.-LET WINTER COME. WINTER, like every other season, has its appropriate sentiments, but suited to the mood of the poet's mind. It suggests pictures of home comfort:
Let Winter come! let polar spirits sweep
CAMPBELL. Even its gloom has its inspiration of solemn musings, such as Burns has beautifully described :- :-“ As I am what the men of the world, if they knew such a man, would call a whimsical mortal, I have various sources of pleasure and enjoyment, which are, in a manner, peculiar to myself, or some here and there such other out-of-the-way person. Such is the peculiar pleasure I take in the season of winter, more than the rest of the year. This, I believe, may be partly owing to my misfortunes giving my mind a melancholy cast : but there is something even in the
Mighty tempest, and the hoary waste,
which raises the mind to a serious solemnity, favourable to every thing great and noble. There is scarcely any earthly object gives me more I do not know if I should call it pleasure—but something which exalts me, something which enraptures me -than to walk in the sheltered side of a wood, or high plantation, in a cloudy winter day, and hear the stormy wind howling among the trees, and raving over the plain. It is my best season for devotion: my mind is wrapt up in a kind of enthusiasm to Him who, in the pompous language of the Hebrew bard, “walks on the wings of the wind.' In one of these seasons, just after a train of misfortunes, I composed the following :
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw :
The blinding sleet and snaw:
And roars frae bank to brae ;
the heartless day.
The joyless winter day,
Than all the pride of May:
My griefs it seems to join ;
Their fate resembles mine!
These woes of mine fulfil ;
Because they are Thy will !
This one request of mine!)
Assist me to resign."
Lastly, came Winter clothed all in frieze,