A New Christmas Carol

üf ill the mr-rry day of olil, Whon merry days did ruost abouu'l, Whtm cups wjuere drujiunl, iiin.1 catcheB trolled, Arid li irly }]-aít b wmt round, The best was Chrismáe- all the rest But ueherij to this Koyal Guest ! lVfore ho cauie, from out the wood Tho log was draggcd, witfa noisy mirth ; Wit li lafit year's braud the baron stood Befllde the blazing hcarlh : liriufi in the Yule log ! Litfht it--more- Now iet tho widc old chimney roar ! Witliiu the hall, with ivy hnng, They oather, laughing, high and low; And malds are Uased, il' tbey bc yoang, Beneath the mistletoc. If Care appears, rach thirsty soul Will drown It in the wassail bowl ! He comes - he'slierc ! Lot dinner wit Until the ailver trumpets sound. The boa r 's hoad ft borne in atato, With rosemary garïande crowned. Tbey Ring- how doee the burden go ? (ii êitis in convivio. What suited fenflkl Útfa and men Kuit.-; not a latí r day ind race ; Uunk has abased ifcsalf sinca tkeo- Gono is the pride of place. Except when nature maïres them so, There is no longer high and Iow. Piit off the crown, put up the e word, Abhorrent to the heart and niiud ; liis cqnal spirit has restored The manhood of mankind. AVisely we celébrate lïis birth, Tlio beuefactor of the Earth. Wlsely and gladly. TOhat was best Of that oltt Christmas time is here The merry heart, the ready jest, The hospitable cheer. Weicome to all ; the rich, the poor- Wclome the beggar at the door ï But merrier be ; flfc children hear ; Thej must not hear a sigh to-day ; Dear hearts, they must not see a tcar, lint laugh, and remp, and play, Gaily the Christinas Eve bogan ith many a Jittle maid and man. Loo&etï forward to for days before, And dreamed aboiit at night, it comes ; They gather at the guardo d door, And their hearts beat libe drums. The door is now flung back-they soo, O plght of eiglits- the Chriptmas tree Green as if wet with suinuier dew, And fairies there did late carouee, Loaded with toyB as if they grew On its enchauted boshst And liahteri ouullea - what can be More beautcouB than the Christmas tree ? The children of the poor that night Hang up their rtocklnge by the bed ; For Santa Claus will surely light Up.?n the roof o'erhead, And, Btealing in the chamber, share His gifts aniong the sleepers there : Be merrier, merrier, yoiuig and old - Let nothing cloud this happy day ; Chime, bells, as if ye nevor tolled ! And golden moments stay ! Fold- fold your wings, delay your flight, Prolong this hallowed day and night ! Beneath the crose, beneath the spire, M'hc rever Christian people meet, Around the cheerful household flre, Aloug the erowded street- Blessing has fallen, and prayers forgot Have risen from hearts that knew it not ! Trepare the feast ! Unlock the bin, Brlng out to-night the generouswine lïring flowerfl, and have the children in When you sit down to dine. Prepare youreelves, bnt on yonr best, To honor every Christmas guest. The dinuor watts, and so do we ; Your arm - this way - lïnd each his place ; The stuile on every lip shall be Reccived as sileut gracc. Be seated all, draw up, and then, Fall to like vaüant trenchermen ! This turkev is a roval one, A king on tliis alone niight diiie ; The wine- but taste it- bright the sim That ripenert thln (cod winc : A little for the chüdrcn, dear, For Christmas comes but oui;e a year, John, Ma ter George will take soiae wiiie- Be oareful of that lady's drees ; Slother, the ohildreii think it lino- Beliold their happlueea ! Fill np! for bumpers now I cali- " A health lo all .' God bksu all .' Wc are happy. Would that every beurt Iti l]ii: great city - all the poor Who hertl together, hide apart - The the evil doer- The desperate who slum the light- O would that these were so to-night ! I'or thcy are men : the ivorst are men, And thcy must live, and they must die ; Look kindly down upon theni, then, _ Our Father, and bc nigh : Thy haud is stroug U help - to aave - Thou art their Judge beyond the grave ! Bc piüfii!, (hey must bc fed : O ontt-rtain these Ruosts of thine ! Give these, thy hungry ehildrcn, bread- Their water turn to wine ! Jlake them aH happy as Thou art, O Love Divine ! Paternal Hcart :