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A TAPESTRY OF THE CHRISTMAS SNOWFALL. 

 Snow and frost on grasses overhanging the brook. 



HOW THE FARMER SINGS THE PRELUDE TO WINTER. 



(Ebenezer Hobbie, Banksville, New York.) 



I knew a crazy man who walked into an empty pulpit one Sunday, and taking up a hymn book, 



remarked, "We have had a good fall for getting in corn and potatoes, let us sing Winter." So I say, 



"Let us sing winter." What else can we sing, and our voices be in harmony with the season. — Henry 



David Thoreau. 



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