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days from Christmas to old Christmas day, the 6th of January, the 

 ladies of the house begin. They patch up the old places, repaper 

 the dirty ones, and spend their time pasting on the new papers in 

 every spot that needs them until the pile is exhausted and there are 

 no more ; then the ladies scold terribly because there were not 

 half enough papers, and say that they better not have put on any, 

 unless they could have papered the whole house over anew. When 

 the papering is completed it presents a very curious appearance. As 

 I am now writing there appears on the partition beside me, a copy 

 of the Montreal Witness Extra, for May, 1870, in the centre of 

 which is a large portrait of each Mr. Moody and Mr. Sankey, and a 

 sermon in full of the former ; in another paper next to it, whose 

 title is torn off, is another portrait — of Mr. Henry Varley, and also 

 an account of his last service in the Hippodrome ; above this is the 

 fancy label of a box of Loring Brothers Malaga Raisins with a por- 

 trait of that gentleman in the centre, a vine of luscious grapes hang- 

 ing on either side of him, and a lot of vessels and water below the 

 left hand, and a steam factory on the right, the whole done in col- 

 ored ink ; a copy of the Child's Paper is above, and the Sab- 

 bath School Messenger, at the side of this, has a picture of the 

 lyre bird on one leaf, and a full sized illustration entitled " The 

 Frozen Regions" on the other, which represents a vast number of 

 curiously formed icebergs along its sides, a sea beneath in which 

 several large blocks of ice float carrying a soldierly row of solemn 

 looking penguins and several seal, and a mass of dark clouds over- 

 head. Quite near me an old Boston Journal relieves occasional 

 monotony by an editorial on Disraeli, and a sketch of the " War 

 on the Danube," with several other things. Near the head of my 

 bed is a picture of a lady holding a little child on her lap, a small 

 girl talking to a squirrel which is seen as a small black speck away up 

 in the dense foliage of the neighboring trees, a fox-hunting party, 

 and a picture of two small boys of which the story beneath says that 

 the one because he got angry pitched the other into a pig pen, — 

 from which he was rescued by a kind old gentleman, who also 

 appears in the picture ; the paper is called "Apples of Gold." It 



