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What a host of bright visions of the past, tions for snapdragon; some, more eager crowd upon us at the mention of snap- than the rest, are assisting in the mysteries dragon. Phantoms of old festivities rise of the festive game. Their parents and before us, and appear to react the scenes friends, who formerly joined in the merry of yore again.
parties around that same table, watch proIn the back parlour of a once merry ceedings with interest, and at the same house may be seen a group of boisterous time they sip the good spiced elder wine children around a table ; some are clap- and cut the yule cakes. ping their hands with joy and anticipation, “Now, boys and girls,” cried Uncle others are anxiously watching the prepara- Robert, “here are the Sultana raisins
and the brandy, and now I will show you and hoodman-blind, with the bringing in how to make snapdragon. You know that of the boar's head, announced by its proper you have often asked me about the game, carol : and now that Christmas-tide is come,
“ The boare's head in hande bring 1, will show you the way. We must first put With garlands gay and rosemary, that large brown earthenware pan, that I pray you all synge merily, Lucy has carried up stairs, in the middle
Qui estis in convivio, of the table, and here go all the raisins are almost considered as things that were. into it. Now, keep off your finger, Wil. In our young days we have sat and listliam, and wait until I am ready, and ened to the good old ditties of Christmasplease, George, pour the brandy into the tide, sang around the yule-log, which was jug. Do be quiet, Henry, you are as brought in with all “ the ceremonial and troublesome as William, and if you steal pomp of festival,” and the wassail-bowl, the raisins like that, I will not begin. the dancing feet, and dulcet voices of the There, now, you see I have added a little damsels oft made us wish that Christmasbrandy to the raisins, and if one of you tide came more than once a year. will light ine a piece of paper, we shall be The days of the hobby-horses and dragons, able to commence the snapdragon. That's the pipers, drummers, and chanters, have right; there's a blaze; now we must add passed away, and little remains of the cusmore brandy and a few more raisins. See toms of Christmas-tide, except snapdragon how the spirit blazes when I pour it from and the lately revived Christmas-tree. the jug. Now, boys and girls, dive your “ Ah! here is good Uncle Robert again ; hands into the pan and get your raisins. he is leading us to see something pretty, Ha! hah! William has burnt his fingers. or to get up a new game. No! he has I thought he was a coward, or he would not made us a Christmas-tree; and hush! he have stolen the raisins before we ignited is going to speak.” the spirit. Mind that you do not set your * My dear children," says Uncle Robert, muslin dress on fire, Jane, for the spirit you know that I always like to make you will burn almost anything when ignited.” happy at Christmas ; yes, and at all times,
The merry-makings of Christmas-tide but especially at such a time, and, therehave ever been a favourite theme with the fore, I have made you a Christmas-tree.” poet and the humourist; nor has the anti
“Oh! uncle, how beautiful !" exclaim quarian omitted to take part in its games the children. “ How did you make it ? do and gambols.
tell us." In Yorkshire the bells greet “ Old “ Well, my dears, it is merely a young Father Christmas,” at eight o'clock in the fir-tree, about eight feet high, which I eve, with a merry peal, and then the yule have had placed in a square box, and you candles are lighted, and the youth of the sec that there are six rows of branches, each towns issue forth with trumpets, drums, bearing ten small wax-tapers, while various and bells, or other tinkling music, wan- kinds of sweetmeats, bonbonnières, small dering from door to door. Then the toys, and trifles, are suspended from the Christmas-pie, of vast dimensions, is for- under part of the branches ; and you will mally cut and served with good old ale to the find that each of your names is placed gentry far and near, and humble yule- upon the little present intended for you, cakes and good spiced ale delight the which will prevent any quarrelling."
Since we met last year at Christmas-tide, Many curious and now almost obsolete
“ What myriad hopes and fears do we remember, customs, are celebrated at Christmas-tide,
That had their death or birth! when nearly all the world makes merry, How many joys and sorrows, which have made for most people consider that
Life's pathway one all sunshine, or all shade!
Since last the ruddy Christmas hearth did " Hospitality, Christmas, and mirth are akin,
brighten And the heart's best of feelings bid welcome The kindred faces of the social ring. him in."
Since last the angel of the frost did whiten
The landscape with his wing, Alas! many of our good old customs are
Hath misery from our firesides kept aloof? rapidly passing away; the carols
Hath death afforded of his power no proof?"
W. J. K. "And jestours for to tellen us tales,"
RULES FOR SUCCESS IN
BY T. P. B.
Select the kind of business that suits your natural inclinations and temperament.-Some men are naturally mechanics; others have a strong aversion to anything like machinery, and so on; one man has a natural taste for one occupation in life, and another for another.
I never could succeed as a merchant. I have tried it, unsuccessfully, several times. I never could be content with a fixed salary, for mine is a purely speculative disposition, while others are just the reverse; and therefore all should be careful to select those occupations that suit them best.
Let your pledged word ever be sacred.— Never promise to do a thing without performing it with the most rigid promptness. Nothing is more valuable to a man in business than the name of always doing as he agrees, and that to the moment. A strict adherence to this rule gives a man the command of half the spare funds within the range of his acquaintance, and encircles him with a host of friends, who may be depended upon in any emergency.
Whatever you do, do with all your might. Work at it, if necessary, early and late, in season and out of season, not leaving a stone unturned, and never deferring for a single hour that which can just as well be done now. The old proverb is full of truth and meaning-"Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well." Many a man acquires a fortune by doing his business thoroughly, while his neighbour remains poor for life, because he only half does his business. Ambition, energy, industry, and perseverance, are indispensable requisites for success in business.
Sobriety. Use no description of intoxicating drinks.-As no man can succeed in business unless he has a brain to enable him to lay his plans, and reason to guide him in their execution, so, no matter how bountifully a man may be blessed with intelligence, if his brain is muddled, and his judgment warped by intoxicating drinks, it is impossible for him to carry on business successfully. How many good opportunities have passed never to return, while a man was sipping a "social glass"
with a friend! How many a foolish bargain has been made under the influence of the wine-cup, which temporarily makes its victim so rich! How many important chances have been put off until to-morrow, and thence for ever, because indulgence has thrown the system into a state of lassitude, neutralizing the energies so essential to success in business. The use of intoxicating drinks as a beverage is as much an infatuation as is the smoking of opium by the Chinese, and the former is quite as destructive to the success of the business man as the latter.
Let hope predominate, but be not too visionary.-Many persons are always kept poor because they are too visionary. Every project looks to them like certain success, and therefore they keep changing from one business to another, always in hot water, and always "under the harrow." The plan of" counting the chickens before they are hatched," is an error of ancient date, but it does not seem to improve by age.
Do not scatter your powers.-Engage in one kind of business only, and stick to it faithfully until you succeed, or until you conclude to abandon it. A constant hammering on one nail will generally drive it home at last, so that it can be clinched. When a man's undivided attention is centered on one object, his mind will continually be suggesting improvements of value, which would escape him if his brain were occupied by a dozen different subjects at once. Many a fortune has slipped through men's fingers by engaging in too many occupations at once.
Engage proper employées.-Never employ a man of bad habits, when one whose habits are good can be found to fill his situation. I have generally been extremely fortunate in having faithful and competent persons to fill the responsible situations in my business; and a man can scarcely be too grateful for such a blessing. When you find a man unfit to fill his station, either from incapacity or peculiarity of character or disposition, dispense with his services, and do not drag out a miserable existence in the vain attempt to change his nature. It is utterly impossible to do so. "You cannot make a silk purse," &c. He has been created for some other sphere; let him find and fill it.
A COLLOQUY WITH MYSELF.
BY BERNARD BARTON.
As I walk'd by myself, I talk'd to myself,
And myself replied to me; And the questions myself then put to myself,
With their answers, I give to thee. Put them home to thyself, and if unto thyself
Their responses the same should be, O look well to thyself, and beware of thyself,
Or so much the worse for thee.
May indeed thy coffers fill;
Leave thee poor and heartless still.
But by gauds which pass away, Read their fate in lines recorded
On the sea-sands yesterday. What is Fashion ?-Ask of Folly,
She'her worth can best express.
Go and learn of Idleness.
For the prosperous and the gay;
In adversity's dark day.
Like some beacon's heavenward glow;
Like the treacherous sands below.
Tell me not that he's a poor man,
That his dress is coarse and bare; Tell me not his daily pittance
Is a workman's scanty fare. Tell me not his birth is humble,
That his parentage is low; Is he honest in his actions ?
That is all I want to know. Is his word to be relied on?
Has his character no blame? Then I care not if he's low-born
Then I ask not whence his name, Would he from an unjust action
Turn away with scornful eye? Would he tban defraud another,
Sooner on the scaffold die? Would he spend his hard-gained earnings
On a brother in distress? Would he succour the afflicted,
And the weak one's wrongs redress?
Of my love and my esteem:
In the eye of man may seem.
Let it be a clay-built cot: Let it be a parish workhouse
In my eye it matters not.
As inferior to their caste,
As a brother to the last.
A WINTER NIGHT.
BY ROBERT WILSON.
The moon-beams smile sweet on the snow-cover'd
hill, Not a cloud dims the face of the sky; The stars shine most clear, and the wind slum
bers still, Each fountain, each streamlet, each river and rill,
All frozen in silence now lie. The trees are all wrapt in their night-robes of
snow, The hedge-rows are all sparkling hoar; The cove o'erarch'd summits their shadows wide
throw O'er the once verdant valleys that sleep far below,
And delight the sweet lambkins no more. The icicles hang from each cottage and bower, Reflecting the moon's paley beam ; The windows are garnish'd with many a flower, By Nature's cold pencil, the frost's chilly power,
Like the wild fancy-work of a dream.
THE DOG OF ST. BERNARD. Fast falls the snow on St. Bernard's high moun
tain, Storing its wealth in the gullies below; Hiding the streamlet, and sealing the fountain, And making the valley a wild waste of snow. Nature is silent-the winds are all sleeping; Ceaseless and stilly the snowy-flakes fall: Mutely the monks of St. Bernard are keeping
Their vigils around the red blaze in the hall. Crash !-'tis an avalanche!-silence no longer Communes with night, and the winds cry aloud, The wrath of the tempest grows stronger and
stronger, Wrapping St. Bernard around with a shroud. Holy St. Bernard ! succour the dying,
Where but this instant the avalanche fell; Mother and child in the deep snow are lying, Making their grave in the cold mountain dell. No! there is one who is eagerly tearing The hillock of snow from the child's freezing
And now he in triumph is rapidly bearing
Save on the snow-wreath that pillow'd its head. See! the bereft one with wild terror screaming,
Flies o'er the mountain-away and away: Frenzy itself has no hope of redeeming Her child, to the wolf or the eagle a prey. She reaches the convent-she faints at the por
tals She is borne to the hall, and to life is restored : She sank at the gates the most hopeless of morAnd sought but in dying, the child she adored. She openes her eyes-on her babe !--on her trea. Once more on its mother her darling has smiled. She weeps, but such tears have their fountain in
pleasure. The dog of the mountain has rescued her child.
Of brewed liquor one Englishman drinks as THE BIBLE.
much as four Scotchmen or nine Irishmen. FATHER! that book
The books in the library belonging to the BriWith whose worn leaves the careless infant playa,
tish Museum occupy ten miles of shelf. Must be the Bible. Therein thy dim eyes
In the course of three and a half years 270,000 Will meet a cheering light; and silent words trees were felled, in order to get at the gutta of mercy breathed from Heaven, will be exhaled percha. From the blest page into thy withered heart.
The eyes of needles are punched by a ma
Joux WILSON. chine, which, superintended by one boy, can THERE wilt thou learn what to thy ardent mind
punch 20,000 in a day. Will make this world but as a thorny pass
It was stated at a temperance meeting held in To regions of delight; man's natural life,
Liverpool, that there are now, throughout the With all its varied turmoil of ambition,
world, about 16,000,000 teetotallers. But as the training of a wayward child
A railway train travels at 70 miles an hour, To manly excellence; yea, death itself
which may be called 105 feet per second, and But as a painful birth to life unending.
this is little more than four times less than that
JOANNA BAILLIE. of a cannon ball when discharged. The priest-like father reads the sacred page,
ENGLAND could pay her national debt in 14 How Abram was the friend of God on high ; years, if she would take the pledge, and devote Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage
all the money now spent in intoxicating drinks With Amalek's ungracious progeny:
to its liquidation. Or how the Royal Bard did groaning lie,
A ray of artificial light travels at the rate of Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging 70,000 leagues in a second of time. Astronomers ire;
have given the rate of solar light at 192,500 miles Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; in a second. Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire;
The comparative value of keep for domestic Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
fowls is as follows:-Geese, 5 per cent; ducks, Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme, 7 and a half; pigeons 10; duug-hill fowls, 40;
How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; | turkeys and Guinea-fowls, 50. How He who bore in Heaven the second name,
A large railway engine consumes from 92 to Had not, on earth, whereon to lay His head; How His first followers and servants sped ;
100 gallons of oil yearly for lubricating its work
ing surfaces. The annual consumption of it by The precepts sage they wrote to many a land: How he who, lone in Patmos banished,
the London and North-Western Railway ComSaw, in the sun, a mighty angel stand;
pany for this purpose exceeds 40,000 gallons. And heard great Bab'lon's doom pronounced by THE quantity of seed annually sown in Great Heaven's command.
BURXS. Britain and Ireland amounts to 7,000,000 quar
If two-thirds of this quantity should be WHENCE, but from Heaven, could men unskill'd rendered unproductive by some agency which in arts,
has hitherto been uncontrolled, then 4,666,666 In several ages born, in several parts,
quarters of corn are annually wasted! The quanWeave such agreeing truths? or how, or why, tity thus lamentably wasted would support more Should all conspire to cheat us with a lie?
than 1,000,000 of human beings. Unasked their pains, ungrateful their advice,
In the formation of a single locomotive steam Starving their gain, and martyrdom their price.
engine, there are no fewer than 5,416 pieces to
be put together, and these require to be as accu. So has this Book entitled us to Heaven,
rately adjusted as the works of a watch. Every And rules to guide us to that mansion given; watch consists of at least 202 pieces, employing Tells the conditions how our peace was made, probably 215 persons, distributed among 40 And is our pledge for the great Author's aid. traders, to say nothing of the tool makers for all His power in nature's ample book we find,
these. But the less volume doth express his mind.
CALCULATIONS have been made, to show the WALLER.
number of different combinations which might be A CRITIC on the sacred book should be
made in Chubbs' lock; and it appears that with Candid and learn'd, dispassionate and free: an average sized key, having six steps, each ca. Free from the wayward bias bigots feel,
pable of being reduced in height twenty times, From fancy's influence, and intemperate zeal. the number of changes would be 86,400; that if
COWPER. the seventh step, which throws the bolt, be WITHIN this awful volume lies
taken into account, the reduction of it only ten The mystery of mysteries;
times would increase the number to S64,000. Happiest they of human race
Further, that as the drill pins of the locks and To whom their God has given grace,
the pipes of the keys might be inade of three To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
different sizes, the total number of changes To lift the latch, to force the way ;
would be 2,592,000. In keys of the smallest size, And better had they ne'er been born,
the total nuniber would be 648,000, whilst in Who read to doubt or read to scorn.
those of the largest size it would be increased to Sir WALTER SCOTT. 7,776,000 changes.