And what means it ? '' The shattered pedestal of many a battle-monument has provoked these questions when none could answer . Turn we again to the fireside and sit musing there , lending our ears to the wind till perhaps it shall seem like an articulate voice and dictate wild and airy matter for the pen . Would it might inspire me to sketch out the personification of a New England winter ! And that idea , if I can seize the snow-wreathed figures that flit before my fancy , shall be the theme of the next page . How does Winter herald his approach ? By the shrieking blast of latter autumn which is Nature 's cry of lamentation as the destroyer rushes among the shivering groves where she has lingered and scatters the sear leaves upon the tempest . When that cry is heard , the people wrap themselves in cloaks and shake their heads disconsolately , saying , `` Winter is at hand . '' Then the axe of the woodcutter echoes sharp and diligently in the forest ; then the coal-merchants rejoice because each shriek of Nature in her agony adds something to the price of coal per ton ; then the peat-smoke spreads its aromatic fragrance through the atmosphere . A few days more , and at eventide the children look out of the window and dimly perceive the flaunting of a snowy mantle in the air . It is stern Winter 's vesture . They crowd around the hearth and cling to their mother 's gown or press between their father 's knees , affrighted by the hollow roaring voice that bellows adown the wide flue of the chimney . It is the voice of Winter ; and when parents and children hear it , they shudder and exclaim , `` Winter is come . Cold Winter has begun his reign already . '' Now throughout New England each hearth becomes an altar sending up the smoke of a continued sacrifice to the immitigable deity who tyrannizes over forest , country-side and town . Wrapped in his white mantle , his staff a huge icicle , his beard and hair a wind-tossed snowdrift , he travels over the land in the midst of the northern blast , and woe to the homeless wanderer whom he finds upon his path ! There he lies stark and stiff , a human shape of ice , on the spot where Winter overtook him . On strides the tyrant over the rushing rivers and broad lakes , which turn to rock beneath his footsteps . His dreary empire is established ; all around stretches the desolation of the pole . Yet not ungrateful be his New England children -LRB- for Winter is our sire , though a stern and rough one -RRB- -- not ungrateful even for the severities which have nourished our unyielding strength of character .
And let us thank him , too , XXXXX the sleigh-rides cheered by the music of merry bells ; for the crackling and rustling hearth when the ruddy firelight gleams on hardy manhood and the blooming cheek of woman : for all the home-enjoyments and the kindred virtues which flourish in a frozen soil .
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