A winter spectacle.
--Passing through Capitol Square yesterday, we could not fail to observe, with emotions of wonder and curiosity, the remarkable appearance of the trees, whereon the hand of winter had interwoven fantastic frost-work, and adorned every twig with icy spangles and pendants. In the dull gloom of the atmosphere, each looked like a ghostly messenger, come to intimidate the first harbinger of approaching spring; but it only needed a gleam of sunlight to invest the scene with all the superstitious beauties of an enchanted bower.
