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There can hardly re to be a frosty

bachelor, with another white hair, every week or so, in ain so cheery a blaze upon the hearth, as

that which I remember, the next day, at Blithedale It was a wood

fire, in the parlor of an old farusts of a wintry snowstor in the chimney

Vividly does that fireside re-create itself, as I rake away the ashes

froh, for lack of

breath Vividly for an instant, but anon, with the

dileam, and with just as little fervency for s were long ago burnt out Their

genial glow limmer, like that which exudes, rather than shines, frohted wanderer through a

forest Around such chill ht sit

on the withered leaves, spreading out each a palinary

war the life of

Paradise anew

Paradise, indeed! Nobody else in the world, I am bold to

affirland,--had dreaests