...Christmas hearth, The silent snow possess 'd the earth, And calmly fell our Christmas-eve ; The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, No wing of wind the region...brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost. As in the winters left hehind, Again our ancient games had place, The mimic pictures breathing grace,...

...Christmas hearth, The silent snow possess 'd the earth, And calmly fell our Christmas-eve : The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, No wing of wind the region...brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost. As in the winters left behind, Again our ancient games had place, The mimic picture's breathing grace,...

...Christmas hearth, The silent snow possess'd the earth, And calmly fell our Christmas-eve : The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, No wing of wind the region...brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost. As in the winters left behind, Again our ancient games had place, The mimic picture's breathing grace,...

...our souls shall enter Where thou hast gone before. IT. T. MUNHOE. Somerville, Mass. THE OLD STOVE. " BUT over all things brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost." WE stumbled in upon chaos the other morning. The renowned, the classical, the quizzical, the spiritual,...

...likes. Friend Ray nor I wish thee good morning.' MY BROTHER'S KEEPER. CHAPTER V. • The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, No wing of wind the region...brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost. — TENNYSON. THE setting sun shone fairly upon the last day of Decomber ; and as his disk sank lower...

...systems explode, " the Scripture cannot be broken." J. H, MY BROTHER'S KEEPER. CHAPTER V. The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, No wing of wind the region...things brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost.—TENNVSON. THE setting sun shone fairly upon the last day of December ; and as his disk sank...

...she's to come just when she likes. Friend Raynor I wish thee good morning.' CHAPTER V. The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, No wing of wind the region...brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost. — TENNVSON. THE setting sun shone fairly upon the last day of December ; and as his disk sank lower...

...likes. Friend Eaynor, I wish thee good morning."' THE LAST DAY OF DECEMBEE. 25 CIIAPTEE V. The yule-clog sparkled keen with frost, No wing of wind the region swept, But over all things broodling slept The quiet sense of something lost. — TENNYSON. THE setting sun shone fairly upon...

...family circle. The beautiful lines of the poet-laureate will too faithfully apply to some abodes : — " The yule-log sparkled keen with frost, No wing of...things brooding slept The quiet sense of something bit." Sympathy with such, our holy religion and our common humanity demand. For a few minutes leave...

...pleasant allusion to a few clerical friends, I give almost entire his " Farewell to the Old Stove." " ' But over all things brooding slept The quiet sense of something lost' "We stumbled in upon chaos the other morning. The renowned, the classical, the quizzical, the spiritual...