DECEMBER. 



Margaret. Look, brother, it begins to snow. 

 How sorry I am that winter is coming again ; 

 we shall see no more flowers till its reign is 

 over. Do you not wish that w r e could have 

 winter without snow ? 



Henry. No ; I do not. What do you sup- 

 pose would be the consequence, if there was 

 to be no snow ? 



M. I suppose it would be better for the 

 plants, not to have so cold a covering over 

 them. 



H. You surprise me ; have you forgotten 

 the beautiful language with which David de- 

 scribes the snow r I will repeat what he says 

 about the snow and cold. 



