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CHAPTER I. NEW YEAR'S EVE.   "Every one for his own.    The night is starry and cold, my friend,    And the New Year blithe and bold, my friend    Comes up to take his own."—Tennyson. New Year's Eve in the fair city of St. John, that queenly little city which sits upon her rocky throne overlooking the broad expanse of bay at her feet. Reader, we do not wish to weary you with the known, but love for our own dear New Brunswick is surely sufficient apology. It is one of