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...loves the blazing fire, high piled upon the hearth. Ha binds skates to his teet, and skims over tlje frozen lakes. His breath is piercing and cold, and...peep above the surface of the ground, when he is by. 2. Whatever it touches turns to ice. If he were to strike you with his cold hand, you would be quite...

...He loves the blazing fire high piled upon the hearth, and the wine sparkling in the glass. He binds skates to his feet, and skims over the frozen lakes....Youths and maidens, do you see him ? He is coming upon us, and soon will be here. Tell me, if you know, who he is, and what is his name. Mss BABBAULD....

...his beard is made of sharp icicles. He loves the blazing fire, high piled upon the hearth. He binds skates to his feet, and skims over the frozen lakes....peep above the surface of the ground, when he is by. 2. Whatever he touches turns to ice. If he were to strike you with his cold hand, you would be quite...