Lo, now is e our joyfulst feast!
Let every man be jolly.
Eache roome with yvie leaves is drest,
And every post with holly.
Now all our neighbours eys smoke,
And Christmas blocks are burning;
Their ovens they with bakt meats choke
And all their spits are turning.
Without the door let sorrow lie,
And if, for cold, it hap to die,
Weel bury t in a Christmas pye,
And evermore be merry.
WITHERS, Jnveilia.
I HAD ?nished my toilet, and was l with Frank Bracebridge in the library, when we heard a distant thwag sound, which he informed me was a signal for the serving up of the dihe squire kept up old s in kit as well as hall, and the rolling-pin, struck upon the dresser by the cook, summohe servants to carry in the meats.
Just in this nick the cook knockd thrice,
And all the waiters in a trice
His summons did obey;
Each serving-man, with dish in hand,
Marchd boldly up, like our train-band,
Presented and away.*
* Sir John Sug.
The dinner was served up in the great……（内容加载失败！）
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