THE HOLLY. 



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far off in the depths of the forest, reflecting light from its 

 polished mail as brilliantly as if every leaf were a mirror, 

 at any season we should be sorry to miss it from our 

 woodlands. But, welcome as the Holly is at all seasons, 



THE HOLLY. 



it belongs more particularly to winter, for then the bright 



joyous appearance of its crimson berries, which from our 



earliest years have been associated in our minds with the 



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