Summary

Once a Week, New Series, Volume VII… (1871)

“ It is Christmas Day, and we go to church together; and, in the afternoon, walk out on the ramparts to enjoy the keen, frosty air. The ravishing little coquette tries all her arts upon me—as if she could make me love her one whit the more; and the staid young barrister, just called to the bar, has to deprecate, with an assumption of dignity, such levity of conduct. In the evening, we dine at the house of a friend; and Lucy is radiant in a white dress, with sprigs of holly about it, and a wreath of holly in her thick brown hair. She looks like a daughter of Father Christmas himself. ”
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Once a Week, New Series, Volume VII… (1871)

“ Again the boy returns—now a young man—for the Christmas holidays, to the paternal roof. He is clad in black. The loving eyes are closed; the fond arms lie stiff by her side in her shroud; the voice that hereafter might have warned him from many a temptation and folly is hushed for ever! He returns to find Growler looking blacker than ever in his epaulettes; and the maids, in their neat mourning dresses, dropping sympathetic curtseys. He is the young lord for the nonce. ”
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Once a Week, New Series, Volume VII… (1871)

“ The affairs of the nation— which can’t halt (or couldn’t in those days) for births, marriages, or deaths—had summoned the father to his post; and the now dreary and desolate room—every knick-nack of which recalls some reminiscence of that tender and beautiful love which watched over his childhood—is tenanted by those purveyors of condolence whose sympathy is like the moaning of the waves as they dash on the unhappy wreck stranded on the bar. ”
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