Winter is not quite done, but it will be by the time this "Clerk" is printed. That is to say, my winter will be done. In this respect, as in many others, I am a conservative. My calendar is of the old school. "There are four seasons in the year—spring, summer, autumn or fall, and winter." So we began our school compositions; and by "spring" we meant the spring months—March, April, and May. The temperature might belie the almanac; there might be "six weeks' sledding in March;" but when March began, spring began.
And by the way, what a capital subject that was—"The Seasons"! A theme without beginning and without end; a theme to be taken seriously or humorously, in prose or verse; a theme of universal interest. Best of all, there was no difficulty about the first sentence. No need to sit for half an hour
