WINTER.

Music by T. Crampton.

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'Tis snowing fast, hurrah! hurrah!
Come o'er the hills away;
Away we'll run for healthy fun,
And in the snowdrifts play.
Let me but pull my mittens on,
I'll make the snowballs fly;
If you look out the window, Nell,
You'll see them whizzing by.

Papa thinks I'm not old enough
Just now to learn to skate;
And mother says another year
Will not be long to wait.
But famous forts I mean to build,
And on the ice I'll slide;
How swiftly o'er the glassy crust
I shall securely glide.

Oh, glad am I the frost has come!
What merry rides we'll take!
We soon shall hear the jingling bells
Their thrilling music make.
I know that lovely summer brings
Its many fruits and joys;
But then old frosty winter gives
Rare fun to lively boys.

Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

The original text for the January issue had a table of contents that spanned six issues. This was divided amongst those issues.

Additionally, only the January issue had a title page. This page was copied for the remaining five issues. Each issue had the number added on the title page after the Volume number.