now to leave with the reader, for his or her more thoughtful
consideration. 

I. 

The morning was extremely cold.  It professed to be sunny, and there was
really some sort of hard glitter in the air, which, so far from being
tempered by this effulgence, seemed all the stonier for it.  Blasts of
frigid wind swept the streets, and buffeted each other in a fury of
resentment when they met around the corners.  Although I was passing
through a populous tenement-house quarter, my way was not hindered by the
sports of the tenement-house children, who commonly crowd one from the
sidewalks; no frowzy head looked out over the fire-escapes; there were no
peddlers' carts or voices in the road-way; not above three or four shawl-
hooded women cowered out of the little shops with small purchases in
their hands; not so many tiny girls with jugs opened the doors of the
beer saloons.  The butchers' windows were painted with patterns of frost,
through which I could dimly see the frozen meats hanging like hideous
stalactites from the roof.  When I came to the river, I ached in sympathy
with the shipping painfully atilt on the rocklike surface of the brine,