Volume 19 — CHRISTMAS AT THE NORTH.

Hark! the bells are sounding; Christmas draweth nigh; Now let joy abounding Bid all trouble fly. Ye who pine in sorrow, Come, be cheered to-day; Of our gladness borrow, As you freely may. First give your attention To our Christmas-tree; But pray do not mention All the things you see: These are for surprises To the children dear,— To the Anns, Elizas, Johnnys, Charleys here. Are you hale and hearty, And still young enough? Come, then, join our party, And play blind man's buff. But if with the coasters You would rather be, See them there, the boasters! Join them: you are free. Hark! the sleigh-bells tinkle: Do you wish a ride? Will it smooth a wrinkle Just to have a slide? See, the road invites you; See, the ponds entice: Take, then, what delights you: Whether snow or ice. If the path to glory Best your mood befits, If you'd live in story, And can brave hard hits, See, where heroes yonder Storm the fort with balls; Do not stop to ponder: Go where glory calls! Or, perhaps, the skaters Now attract you most: We are patient waiters— Will you skate, or coast? Do not fear a tumble; See poor Tommy there! Up, without a grumble, He will never care. Welcome to our pleasures And our Christmas cheer! We'll not stint the measures: Would you all were here! Boys and girls together,— From all parts and climes, To enjoy this weather, And these Christmas times! Alfred Selwyn.