i 9 ii] AN ETHEREAL GLORY 329 
Thus, except for a few bad heads in the morning, ended 
the High Festival of Midwinter. 
There is little to be said for the artificial uplifting 
of animal spirits, yet few could take great exception to so 
rare an outburst in a long run of quiet days. 
After all we celebrated the birth of a season which for 
weal or woe must be numbered amongst the greatest 
in our lives. 
