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May pleasant visions only haunt their couches,
Nightmares avaunt from off their well-filled pou-
	ches!
May not a youngster have the over-fed ache,
May not an elder get up with a headache!
In California now, the tardy sun
Has just gone down, the revels just begun.
Across the continent the wish we waft,
(Would that George could have it telegraphed!)
That those we love may be as happy, quite
As we have been and are this Christmas
	night!
�� We have a friend this year with glorious
	Garibaldi,
Of theatre des Edwards the capital Grimaldi,
Not least in our esteem though mentioned last,
Health and a safe return to artist-hero Nast!

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