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HARRY AND HIS HOLLY; OR, HOW HE SAVED THE HOUSE. (SEE ENGRAVING, PAGE 1.) "Holly berries! holly berries! Red and bright, and beaming Through the dusky evergreens, Like sprays of coral gleaming; Ye have power to fill the heart With memories of glee; Oh! what happy memories cling Around the holly tree."-Anon. the breaking-up should be spent in roaming the woods, and cutting holly, ivy, and mistletoe, wherewith to adorn their homes. But this year he did not seem to have the heart to join his merry companions. The contrast between the last happy season and the present hard time was too sharp and painful; so he refused to join them. But that night as he lay awake, a brilliant thought came into his mind. Why not go to the woods, cut all the evergreens that he could, and then endeavour to make a few honest pence by selling them? Squire Althorpe always allowed the boys to cut holly in his wood, so long as they broke no large branches. So on the morrow, when he had finished his frugal breakfast, he armed himself with a large knife and set out. "I've T was a bad piece of business for the Jacksons when the father of the family quarrelled with his master, and lost his situation. To be out of work is a misfortune at any time, On his way, he met the other boys. but when winter winds sweep away all traces of changed my mind," he said in answer to their insunny summer, and keen frosts bind the rippling quiring looks. "Fact is, father's been out of work streams in hard fetters, it is terrible indeed; for some time. I'm going to cut as much green especially when the family is poor, as the Jack-stuff as I can, and sell it." And to himself he sons were, and no money had been saved. What added: "We'll have a Christmas-pudding, after had been put by was soon spent ; it melted away all." like snow in heat. John Jackson tried hard to get work, but failed. Perhaps in the spring they might be wanting a man, some of the farmers said, but now they had enough to do to keep on their old hands; so he had to turn away in grievous disappointment. Deeply now he regretted the anger which had caused him to speak rudely to his old master, and so lose his situation. He knew now the truth of the proverb: "to be angry is to be mad," and felt that for the time he must have been both foolish and "mad" to forfeit so good a place. Depend upon it, young folks, you as well as your elders will have to repent bitterly for any outburst of passion, or exhibition of naughty temper, and as John looked on his ailing wife and povertystricken children, he felt he was punished indeed for his angry outbreak. At last, things grew so bad that dreary pilgrimages had to be made with secret bundles, containing pieces of clothing and small articles of furniture, which they offered for sale to buy food. So, with trouble thickening around them, Christmas Day drew on. Now, the eldest boy, Harry, had not seen what was happening in his home without feeling it. He said little, but his loving heart was inexpressibly pained by the sight of his mother's sad face, and his father's gloomy brow; and nobly he tried to bear his share of the burden. He did not fret nor complain when he had not enough food to eat, and he tried to hide how the winter's cold made his ill-nourished frame shiver, and brought chilblains on his frost-bitten feet and hands; and often he pondered how he could help his parents, but at present, he had to go to school, and no plan had presented itself to his mind. A few days before Christmas, however, the school broke up, and Harry had the whole of the day to himself. Now, it was usually the custom with him and his playmates that the day after His little friends joined heartily in his proposal, and agreed to help him. "Help one another," had been the master's motto for the New Year, given them just before they separated for the breaking-up, and they resolved to put it into practice now. How grand the woods looked in all their winter beauty. A slight fall of snow had come in the night, and the light feathery flakes resting on branch and bough, bush and bole added to the picturesque aspect of the scene. The gaunt boughs stood out sharp and clear against the cold blue winter sky, whilst through their branches the wind murmured a gentle music which seemed like a far-off echo from God's orchestra in heaven. Surely, if the woods are beautiful in summertime, they are not the less so in winter, although it may be a beauty of a different kind. The boys worked with a will, and soon had large piles of holly and ivy, yew, box, and mistletoe lying on the ground. How exquisitely beautiful the evergreens looked, lying there on the pure white snow, the red berries flashing out from amongst the glossy varnished leaves. The piles were so large that the boys surveyed them with dismay. How were they all to be carried to the town? This difficulty however was soon overcome. The father of one of the boys owned a donkey, which, not being at work that day, was soon made available. While two of them started off to harness him to his light cart, the others cut more evergreens, so that when the two drove merrily back, there was more than enough to fill the cart. Then Harry started off to the town with glee, and walked up and down the streets beside the cart and the patient donkey, crying out, "Holly for Christmas! Holly for sale! Who'll buy! Who'll buy? Fine holly, ho!" And many folks bought of him, for they knew his family circumstances, and were glad to help |