of the living God. The hearts of all were full when they arose; too full to speak. The remembrance of that hour never left them; and most happy should I be could I hope, that any of those who read my story, would be led by it to seek for that water which Christ gives, and which shall be in them a well of water, springing up unto everlasting life.

THE BIRTH OF CHRIST.

COME, with the angels let us sing
The praises of our Saviour King,
Who left the glorious world on high,
And came to earth-for man to die.

"Glory to God," the angels say, "For Christ the Lord is born to-day;" The heavenly host respond again, "Peace on the earth-good-will to men.

He came on earth, a child to be,
As helpless and as weak as we;
He knew all childhood's griefs; and thus,
Knows how to feel for each of us.

And though he was the undefiled,
And free from sin, the "Holy Child,"
grew in stature and in years,
To be a man of grief and tears.

He

Young children in his arms he pressed, And tenderly pronounced them blessed, "Forbid them not," we hear him say, "The just in heaven, are such as they."

Then let us all, with one accord,
Receive this Saviour, as our Lord;
And be as gentle, meek and mild,
As Jesus, when a little child.