Nathaniel Hawthorne,
The Sister-years
“ Lauriat's balloon." "I have a fine lot of hopes here in my basket," remarked the New Year. "They are a sweet-smelling flower—a species of rose." "They soon lose their perfume," replied the sombre Old Year. "What else have you brought to insure a welcome from the discontented race of mortals?" "Why, to say the truth, little or nothing else," said her sister, with a smile, "save a few new Annuals and almanacs, and some New Year's gifts for the children. But I heartily wish well to poor mortals, and mean to do all I can for their improvement and happiness." ”
