morning it seemed as if all ts of t tity of t cy.

    tle feet pattering outside of tation.

    Presently a ced fortmas carol, the burden of which was--

    I rose softly, slipt on my clot beautiful little fairy groups t a painter could imagine. It consisted of a boy and t not more t every c my sudden appearance frigo mute bas playing on tealing a sil, as if by one impulse, turned an angle of triump their escape.

    Everyto produce kind and rongality. t upon ream  t of it, and a tract of park beyond, rees and  a distance  , tage c, and a cs dark spire in strong relief against the clear cold sky.

    to tom,  tremely frosty; t vapor of tated by trees and every blade of grass s ?ne crystalizations. t morning sun  among ttering foliage. A robin, percop of a mountain-as s clusters of red berries just before my rain and strutting y of a Spaniserrace walk below.

    I  appeared to invite me to family prayers. o a small c of ts ed on bencleman read prayers from a desk in front of ter Simon acted as clerk and made t do ice to say t ted  gravity and decorum.

    tmas carol, which Mr.

    Bracebridge ructed from a poem of e aut ed to an old cer Simon. As t remely pleasing, but I icularly grati?ed by tation of  and sudden sally of grateful feeling anza, ening and  of all time and tune:

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    I afterood t early morning service s day t ther by Mr.

    Bracebridge or by some memb