Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science - Volume 15, No. 85, January, 1875 by Various
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days."
"If we fall through, where shall we go?" inquired Mrs. Parker, looking down into what seemed deep mysterious darkness. "Oh, not very far; but don't fall: it won't be pleasant," said Bessie: "you would alight on very hard stones." Mr. Forrester got on the roof first, and handed up the ladies; and they all stood looking out over the country. It was not a cold, bleak, snowy day, as Christmas in northern latitudes has a right to be. The winter had been mild--one of a series of mild winters, overturning the old traditions of frosts and snow-storms that lasted for months, and to a great extent stopped traffic and labor, and made traveling difficult and wearisome. This Christmas was different. The year was dying with calmness and dignity, and with a smile on its face, as you might take the pale gleam of sunshine to be; and if you were a little sad in mood you could suppose there was a wistfulness in the smile that was spread over the still, soft face of Nature. Cockhoolet stood high, and the country immediately round it was flat, and much of it moorland. If you climb to our castle's top, I don't see where your eye can stop; For when you've passed the corn-field country, Where vineyards leave off flocks are packed, And sheep-range leads to cattle-tract, And cattle-tract to open chase, And open chase to the very base O' the mountain. |
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