IN A WINTER CITY.
Floralia was once a city of great fame. It
stands upon an historical river. It is adorned
with all that the Arts can assemble of beauty,
of grace, and of majesty. Its chronicles blaze
with heroical deeds and with the achievements
of genius. Great men have been bred within its
walls; men so great that the world has neve?
seen their lil:e again.
Floralia, in her liberties, in her citizens, in he?
pr>ets aiid painters and sculptors, once upon a