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 By village firesides on winter evenings his foolish whim was gossiped over with pity; but the wind harping gloriously in the pine boughs over his hut, as he sat at his Spartan feast below, sang to him like the Sea-King, whose

Hear his story of his high company:—

“I have occasional visits in the long winter evenings, when the snow falls fast