"'Tis a woman hard of feature, Old, and void of all good nature. 'Tis an ugly, envious shrew, Railing forever at me and you."--POPE. It was Christmas Eve. All day long crowds of gayly dressed people had walked the streets, basking in the bright wintry sunshine. Sleigh after sleigh went dashing past, with merrily jingling bells, freighted with rosy cheeks, and bright eyes, and youthful faces, all aglow with happiness.…
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