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THE SISTER YEARS.
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bury them. But there were millions left alive to rejoice at her coming; and so she pursued her way with confidence, strewing emblematic flowers on the doorstep of almost every dwelling, which some persons gather up and wear in their bosoms, and others will trample under foot. The Carrier Boy can only say further that, early this morning, she filled his basket with New Year's Addresses, assuring him that the whole City, with our new Mayor, and the Aldermen and Common Council at its head, would make a general push to secure copies. Kind Patrons, will not you redeem the pledge of the NEW YEAR?