THE FIREMAN'S DREAM.
BY ROSE CHESTER, of the Cedar Rapids, Ia., Republican.
IT was Chistmas Eve.—cold and clear without,—while ever and anon the sharp north wind, with a sound like the laugh of fiends, rattled the shutters or went moaning over the house-tops like a perturbed spirit.
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