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Excerpt from Holly and Mistletoe Josephine Yeaton was her name, but three letters of it spell Joy, and that was what her friends called her. She was a rich, little girl. Her pleasant home held all the comforts that money could buy. It is a satisfaction to know that once in a while in stories there is a good, rich little girl. The family consisted of a generous father, a sweet mother just fifty years old, - in her "year of jubilee," she smilingly said. Then there was a married sister, Eliza, with her husband, the Reverend Mr. Titus. There was a young lady sister, Bella, just out of boarding-school; a middle-sized brother, Tom, of twelve years, and her own self, Joy, just ten. Then there were Martina, the Swedish cook, and Irish Norah, the second girl. The winter holidays had gathered these same people year after year under the Christmas-tree, or about the well-filled stockings at the fireside. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from The Bride of the Mistletoe Any one about to read this work of action might properly be apprised beforehand that it is not a novel: it has neither the structure nor the purpose of The Novel. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from Holly From Tennyson Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. The Princess. Ake Thou my spirit pure an c ear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. St. Agnes. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from The Happy Years I loathe it! Answered Phoebe. Of course, it's unphilanthropic and uncivil and unsocial and uneverything, but I must admit that I perfectly adore the Christmas rush. Oh, hullo, Mary - say, are you ever coming to committee meeting again? Well, see that you do. I love to run around in the stores with crowds and crowds and crowds of other people, all just as excited as I am. Every thing always seems Christmas-sy and gay to me. I don't care how skimpy the shop Christmas-tree deco rations are, or how unconvincing-looking the shop Santa Clauses or how artificial the shop holly and mistletoe! I just love it. And if the weather is good, with snow on the ground and lots of sun shine, I feel as if I should skip and leap just as I did when I was a child. I know I shall miss it like the very dickens this December - staying at home with my hands folded. I'll feel as though some body's died and it's the day after the funeral. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from Home Spun Yarns In the big house on the hill, two small pairs of hands had trimmed the chimney-piece with holly and mistletoe, and hung the windows with wreaths and crosses, all in hopes that their absent father would return in season to see it, and wish them a merry Christmas. It was lonely enough for little Guy and Elsie in the big house. Only servants to keep them company since their old grandfather died; for their mother was dead, and their father had long been travelling in foreign lands. They were not much better off before their grand father died. He was not an affectionate grandfather, but an irritable old man, with moods of tenderness, it is true, but so generally out of humor that the children feared rather than loved him. It was said that he was not always so unlovely;-'that it was only since his daughter Margery ran away from home, and married against his wish her music-teacher, that he had be come so morose. He disowned her, and would never look at the pleading letters she sent begging his forgiveness. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from Christmas-TideMerrie Christmas! Christmas with its car Ols, its chimes, its evergreen garlands, its laurel and holly and its mistletoe bough! Christmas with its Yule-log, its Santa Claus, its charming surprises, its lovely gifts! Christmas with its family gatherings, its tall tree ofspruce or pine or hemlock for the little folk! Christmas with its snow-banks and' icicles and glorious sun shine! This is the American Christmas; the Christmas which has become universal in our land, from Maine to Louisiana, Texas, Cali fornia; from the Atlantic to the Pacific. The Christmas of the descendants of those who came over in the Mayflower, in the December of 1620.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Excerpt from Loaves for Hyacinths, Vol. 13 Young loves beneath the mistletoe, Old friendships wreathed with holly. The world-wind's sharp and bleak tonight, My heart-goat's worn and thin, But when I see your casement light I'm summer-warm within With, high ho! Merrily ho! What though the cold be cruel, The kindly glow across the snow Shall comfort me at Yule. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.