The weather.
--Yesterday was one of those terrible days described by Tom Hood in his poem, wherein he says:
‘ "First it blew,
Then it snow,
And then it threw."
’
After a very beautiful day on Saturday, the skies became suddenly overcast, and our citizens arose yesterday morning to a scene of sleet and slippery pavements, causing every pedestrian who valued his limbs to take the middle of the street. It was, in short, one of the most disagreeable days within our recollection, and disappointed the anticipations of many bibulous souls who anticipated a merry run-around among the bar-rooms.
