The Drowning Sk»ler#BT r. a. DANA.Come let us go out uito the woods J. The bracing air of morning invites us to the walk, and the low plaintive wind, sighing among the leafless branches, is in strange harmony with our feelings. Yesterday was one of those warm,eloe days which sometimes appear in the very heart of winter; hut as night set in, a storm of rain and hail began, clothing fields, woods, and forst in a glittering panoply of sleet. Before midnight the wind changed to the north-west—for we heard ith shrill whistle ere our second sleep—and now the trees are sheeted with frozen ice, glittering, like the armor of a god, in the winter sunbeams ; while from every bunch, and beneath the eves of the barns and houses, myriads of ieicles hang, diamond-like, quivering with the prismatic colors of the rainbow.— How magnificent the prospect ! Never vras the mantle of the Ctesar jeweled thus. Am: hark t here and here, along the sunny side ol the woods, or in the exposed places, ihect icy pendants break from their hold, tinkling on the frozen crust with a sharp, silver) sound, like the tinging of a fountain on war ble in the moonlight.