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NEW-YEAR'S EVE. 205 |
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And see ! where, breaking from the night, He gilds the eastern hills with light!"
Honest Master Cotton had evidently been sitting up all night him-self, when he wrote these lines:—and being therefore a boon companion, and a true observer of Christmas proprieties, we will take his warning, and to bed ourselves. So " a good new year to you, my masters! and many of them !"—as the bellman (not Herrick's) says, on this morning. |
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