A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHVMES.

THE HOLLY.

S dreaming by my fire I sat,
; I heard a merry din;
The door I opened. wide; at that,
A stranger-child stepped in.
He wore a fleecy, warm, white hat

Tied round his dimpled chin.

Green leaves and berries red he brought ;
His face and voice were jolly :—
‘“T have no flowers; but these, I thought,

Would cure your melancholy.