But is old, old, good old Christmas gone? Nothing but the hair of his good, gray old head and beard left? Well, I will have that, seeing I ot have more of him.
HUE AND CRY AFTER CHRISTMAS.
A man might then behold
At Christmas, in each hall
Good ?res to curb the cold,
A freat and small.
The neighbors were friendly bidden,
And all had wele true,
The poor from the gates were not chidden
When this old cap was new.
OLD SONG.
NOTHING in England exercises a more delightful spell over my imagination than the lingerings of the holiday s and rural games of former times. They recall the pictures my fancy used to draw in the May m of life, when as yet I only khe world through books, and believed it to be all that poets had pai; and they bring with them the ?avor of those ho days of yore, in which, perhaps with equal fallacy, I am apt to think the world was more homebred, social, and joyous than at present. I regret to say that they are daily growing more and more f……（内容加载失败！）
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