nnocent color, methinks.
Why does popular mythology associate the infernal regions with a high temperature instead of a low one?
El Aishi, the Arab writer, says of the bleak wind of the Desert (so writes Richardson, the African traveller), The north wind blows with an intensity equalling the cold of hell; language fails me to describe its rigorous temperature.
Some have thought that there is a similar allusion in the phrase, weeping and gnashing of teeth,—the teeth chattering from frost.
Milton also enumerates cold as one of the torments of the lost,—
O'er many a frozen, many a fiery Alp; and one may sup full of horrors on the exceedingly cold collation provided for the next world by the Norse Edda.
But, after all, there are but few such terrific periods in our Massachusetts winters, and the appointed exit from their frigidity is usually through a snow-storm.
After a day of this severe sunshine there comes commonly a darker day of cloud, still hard and forbidding, though mi