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broke clean off. What was worse, the Mistletos per¬ 
ceived the Apple-tree’s anger, and laughed right out 
at him. He found they were getting the better of 
him, and consuming all he had. Euin was staring 
him in the face; first one branch, then another, began 
to wither, and wherever there was any healthy part, 
it was sure to be taken possession of by his unscru¬ 
pulous and voracious visitors. At last, finding all his 
struggles to free himself hopeless, be began to sink 
fast, and ere long died. He was cut down by the 
farmer and thrown into the cart; and, as his funeral 
was passing along, the Apple-tree who had been proof 
against the solicitations of the Mistleto uttered a deep 
sigh, and murmured to himself, u There goes another 
victim to flattery!” 
The Mistleto had now once more to look out for a 
home; but as all the Apple-trees of that part of the 
country were aware that his only aim was to live 
upon others, and lead an idle, useless life, all his ap¬ 
plications met with a refusal. So he made up his 
mind to leave the Old World for the Hew ) but, being 
without resources of his own, he probably found the 
long journey too much for him, and perished miserably 
on the road, as he has never been seen or heard of in 
those parts. 
