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8 til'l neixr 11 o’clock, the onfall ceased in a great
it'ensure, but shortly after it became more bitter
than ever, and, at a late hour last night, the tops
of the houses, even in town, were as white as
ever we saw them in March. In the country,
matters must have been far worse, and we grieve
for the fate of many a lamb whose cradle will
be—not the budding heath or gowanv sod—but
in all probability, a wreath of snow. In the
low grounds, where the lambing season is mostly
over, many of the ewes have dropped twins, but
it is otherwise among the hilly and high districts,
where the great bulk of our sheep stock is reared.
There, speaking generally, the lambs dropped,
are not above it day or two old, and those who
happened to he out of doors yesterday will have
some idea of their helpless situation. As yet,
we have no accounts from the moorland districts,
but there is some reason to fear that the 23rd
of April will be as memorable in our annals as
the 3rd of March.
Twelve o’clock, Monday night,—The onfall
has ceased, but it fearful to witness the state of
our streets. In the afternoon we went a litt’e
way into the country, and white surveying the
desolate appearance of nature, our impression
certainly was that February and March had re¬
turned again. In a number of places the snow
was from four to six inches deep, and but for
the advanced period of the season the general
depth would have been much greater. Around
Moffat the greatest fears are entertained for the
safety of die lambs • and vve know one farmer
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