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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856 Excerpt: ...--not like Harris and Shambles, --and with many poor also; and at one end the church choir, reinforced by some friends, sang carols and glees for the rest of the evening, and ended with some of the ancient hymns for the season, which had not yet been introduced in the church. At nine the party broke up, declaring, with truth, that they had never spent a happier evening; and the Medes bent their steps once more over the glittering snow-fields to their own peaceful home. And thus they of Copse Farm kept their Christmas. CHAPTER VII. REPROACH. Only a few weeks after Harry had gained such credit by saving the boys at the Alder pond, he lost it all, and worse than lost it, in the judgment of the world at Redport. He was sitting on his form at school, and Dick Farrer was his right-hand neighbour. Dick was the only son of a widow, who adored him, and spoiled him, and reaped the fruits of her folly in endless anxieties and perpetual disappointment. If there was mischief in the town, Dick was sure to be in it; if a scrape at school, he was either the author or abettor of it. On the day in question, Dick kept pulling something out of his pocket, and looking at it, during lessons. Edward Meeson, the next boy farther up on the form, saw it several times. It was an odd-looking thing, a sort of wire noose. What in the world could it be? At last he asked Dick, and Dick would not tell. "You'll peach, if I do," he said. "No, I won't; I never peach." "Well, then, it's a snare, --a springe." "And what are you going to do with it?" "Set it, to be sure." "Where?" "Ah, that's the point: catch me telling you." "Why, I won't blab." "Don't you wish you may get it?" "Now do, Dick." &quo...