A Contented Spirit Is The Sweetness Of

Remembrance, Like A Candle, Burns Brightest At Christmastime.

It's In Vain To Recall The Past, Unless It Works Some Influence Upon The Present.

Take A Little Timecount Five-and-twenty,tattycoram.

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"then What Can You Want To Do Now?" Said The Old Lady,gaining Courage. "i Wants To Make Your Flesh Creep," Replied The Boy.