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"There is no dearth of kindness / In this world of ours, / Only in our blindness / We gather thorns for flowers! " / Gerald Massey.
A very cold winter morning, colder than is often the case before Christmas, and Christmas was still some days off. Snow had fallen in the night; and while some weather optimists were maintaining that on this account it would feel warmer now, others, more experienced, if less hopeful, were prophesying a much heavier fall before night -- what lay on the ground was but the precursor of much more.