. St. Nicholas [serial] . s of Florence. The piece of sculpture representing MichaelAngelo at work on the fauns head, and which forms the frontispiece to this number of St. Nicholas, wasexecuted by Emilio Zocchi, and occupies a place in the Pitti Gallery at Florence. A DECEMBER DITTY. By Alice Williams Brotherton. The Holly, oh, the Holly ! Green leaf, and berry red,Is the plant that thrives in winter When all the rest are snows are on the ground, And the skies are gray and drear,The Holly comes at Christmas-tideAnd brings the Christmas the Mistletoe, the Ivy, And the Holl
. St. Nicholas [serial] . s of Florence. The piece of sculpture representing MichaelAngelo at work on the fauns head, and which forms the frontispiece to this number of St. Nicholas, wasexecuted by Emilio Zocchi, and occupies a place in the Pitti Gallery at Florence. A DECEMBER DITTY. By Alice Williams Brotherton. The Holly, oh, the Holly ! Green leaf, and berry red,Is the plant that thrives in winter When all the rest are snows are on the ground, And the skies are gray and drear,The Holly comes at Christmas-tideAnd brings the Christmas the Mistletoe, the Ivy, And the Holly-bush so gay,That come to us in winter —No summer friends are they. Give me the sturdy friendship That will ever loyal hold,And give me the hardy Holly That dares the winters cold;Oh, the roses bloom in June, When the skies are bright and clear,But the Holly comes at Christmas-tideThe best time o the the Holly, and the Ivy, And the merry Mistletoe,That come to us in winter When the fields are white with snow!. - *c. ?:!** Frances V. Austen AND E. J. AustenTrick, the First. how elfie wondered about the moon andmother goose, and how e-ma-ji-na-shunappeared out of the smoke. Once upon a time, although it was not sucha very very long time ago, there lived a littlegirl named Elfie. Her home was with her papa and mama inone of those pretty villages on the banks of thegreat Hudson River, which you all know windsthrough the State of New York. The mightyCatskill Mountains, where old Rip Van Winklewas lost, were not far from her house. She was really a very pretty child with browneyes and lovely fair curling hair, and was sevenyears old on her latest birthday. Besides herpapa and mama she had a most delightfulgrandma and grandpa who lived with them,both of whom used to tell her the most beautifulfairy stories that any little girl ever listened to. Then she had several aunties who lived inthe city, one of whom, Auntie Louie, was quiteas good as a story-book herself, for she h
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