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Show rteaerlptlon nf a 1'haw. The gutters are babbling brooks that purl a-down the thoroughfares, now i gliding with a noiseless, sinuous motion j over the asphalt, and again tumbling like miniature mountain torrents a-dowa j tho steelier inclines of the rock pave- uients, seeking with feverish haste their j goal in tho catch b.tsins, whence they will jonrney by long and circuitous routes to ihe boundless ocean. Tlie trees are shedding bitter tears, as it were, for their lost glory, which fall in icy drops down tho shirt collar of the unwary passenger who ventures beneath them. There is an unevonness in thei sidewalks, j where tiny lakes of crystalline clearness ! form and lie in waiting for tlie imi'tns : of a footstep which shall send thetn (.plashing in ghoulish glee up your trousers trous-ers leg. iiix'hester Post-Express. |