A TREASURY O# STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

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Aco the rosy boys and girls
The mystic shoots like watchers lean,
With glistening berries grey as pearls,

And listening elfin eas of green.

“Though folks are queer, this time of year,
We'll do just what they told us to;

lust why it is, we’re not so clear,
But you kiss me and I'll kiss you!”

Flelen Gray Cone.

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