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'T was, as the watchmen say, a cloudy night;Z

No moon, no stars, the wind was low or loud

By gusts, and many a sparkling hearth was bright

With the piled wood, round which the family crowd;

There's something cheerful in that sort of light,

Even as a summer sky's without a cloud:

I'm fond of fire, and crickets, and all that,AA71

A lobster salad72, and champagne, and chat.