UNCLE IN ENGLAND. 



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succeeding quotations are all to allude, either to 

 one general subject, or at least to something 

 touched upon by the previous speaker. 



I will give you a sample in which we all 

 joined: 



UNCLE. " Heap on more coals : the wind is chill ; 

 But let it whistle as it will, 

 We'll keep our merry Christmas still. 



AUNT. Still linger in our northern clime 



Some remnants of the good old time ; 

 And still, within our vallies here, 

 We hold the kindred title dear. 



FREDERICK. Decrepit now, December moves along 

 The plashy plains. 



'CAROLINE. Phoebus arise, 



And paint the sable skies 



With azure, white, and red ; 



Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed, 



That she with roses thy career may spread. 



Sad wears the hour ! heavy and drear 

 Creeps, with slow pace, the waning year 

 And sullen, sullen heaves the blast 

 Its deep sighs o'er the lonely waste ! 



WENTWORTH. Who loves not more the night of June 

 Than dull December's gloomy noon; 

 The moonlight, than the fog of frost ? 

 And can we say which cheats the most ? 



MRS. P. 



Mustering his storms, a sordid host, 

 Lo ! Winter desolates the year. 



MARY. Yet gentle hours advance their wing, 

 And Fancy, mocking winter's night, 

 With flowers, and dews, and streaming light 

 Already decks the new-born spring. 



