Chambers's Edinburgh Journal, No. 422 - Volume 17, New Series, January 31, 1852 by Various
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they fetch a little more. The expense of keeping these animals in a
country abounding with forests being so trifling, and the prospect of gain to the proprietor so certain, we cannot wonder that no landowner is without them, and that they constitute the richest class in the principality. In fact, pig-jobbers are here men of the highest rank: the prince, his ministers, civil and military governors, are all engaged in this lucrative traffic.--_Spencer's Travels._ MOUNTAINS IN SNOW. Cold--oh, deathly cold--and silent, lie the white hills 'neath the sky, Like a soul whom fate has covered with thy snows, Adversity! Not a sough of wind comes moaning; the same outline, high and bare, As in pleasant days of summer, rises in the murky air. Very quiet--very silent--whether shines the mocking sun Through the wintry blue, or lowering drift the feathery snow-clouds dun: Always quiet, always silent, be it night or be it day, With that pale shroud coldly lying where the heather-blossoms lay. Can they be the very mountains that we looked at, you and I? One long wavy line of purple painted on the sunset sky; With the new moon's edge just touching that dark rim, like |
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