TO-DAY'S temperature is really of the Coney Island pattern, clammy cold, penetrating the cuticle like the surf penetrates the beach sands, and causing the chilled blood to rush back to the heart even as the waves recede to the bosom of the great ocean. Instead of luxuriating in the fragrance of violets, we "scent from afar" the perfumeless snow-drops. But it aint no matter ; "there's a good time coming, boys."
--Brooklyn Daily Eagle, Thursday, March 13, 1851
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Coney Island Cold - 1851
I think this is a bit of satire, stating the bitter cold is like Coney Island, which even in the 1850s was known for its pleasant weather...