The Blacksmith's Spectacles of the Coach

The impending holiday might have given more than usual animation to the country, for it seemed to me as if everybody was in good looks and good spirits. The scene brought to mind an old writer's account of Christmas preparations. Now capens and hens, besides turkeys, geese, and ducks, would be even mutton. Most all die. For in twelve days a multitude of people will not be fed with a little. And now plums and spites, sugar and honey, squared among pies and broth. If the coke do not lack way, he will sweetly lick his fingers. Great is the contention of Holly and Ivy, whether master or dame wears the b