Cbristmas Sunsbine.

OH, let thy heart make melody,

And thankful songs uplift,

For Christ Himself is come to be
Thy glorious Christmas gift.
A happy, happy Christmas,
And a happy, happy year!
Oh, we have not deserved it,
And yet we need not fear.
For Jesus has deserved it,
And so for Jesus' sake,
This cup of joy and blessing
With grateful hand we take.

FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL.

'TIS merry 'neath the mistletoe,

When holly-berries glisten bright; When Christmas fires gleam and glow, When wintry winds so wildly blow,

And all the meadows round are white'T is merry 'neath the mistletoe!

How happy then are Fan and Flo,
With eyes a-sparkle with delight!
When Christmas fires gleam and glow,
When dainty dimples come and go,
And maidens shrink with feignèd fright-

'T is merry 'neath the mistletoe !

A privilege 't is then, you know,
To exercise time-honored rite;

When Christmas fires gleam and glow,

When loving lips may pout, although
With other lips they oft unite-
'T is merry 'neath the mistletoe!

If Flossy then should whisper "No!" Such whispers should be stifled quite, When Christmas fires gleam and glow; If Fanny's coy objecting "O!”

Be strangled by a rare foresight— 'Tis merry 'neath the mistletoe!

When rosy lips, like Cupid's bow,
Assault provokingly invite,
When Christmas fires gleam and glow,
When slowly falls the sullen snow,

And dull is drear December night'T is merry 'neath the mistletoe.

J. ASHBY-STERRY.

And laid Himself in the breath of kine

And the warmth of hay,

And whispered to the star to shine,

And to break, the day.

ALICE SEWELL.