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It would have warm'd your heart if you had seen Her Christmas kitchen,—how the blazing fire Made her fine pewter shine, and holly boughs So cheerful red,—and as for mistletoe,The finest bough that grew in the country round Was mark'd for Madam. Then her old ale went So bountiful about! a Christmas cask, And 'twas a noble one! God help me Sir! But I shall never see such days again.STRANGER.Things may be better yet than you supposeAnd you should hope the best.OLD MAN.It don't look wellThese alterations Sir! I'm an old manAnd love the good old fashions; we don't find Old bounty in new houses. They've destroyed All that my Lady loved; her favourite walk Grubb'd up, and they do say that the great row Of elms behind the house, which meet a-top
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