AFFECTION'S TOKEN. BY J. ROBINS. The infant when it lisps its pray'r, Which yet has fall'n not on its head; The youth when going from its home, To trudge through learning's thorny way, To manhood grown-a lover now- To some lov'd fair he breathes his vow, A husband now, and parent soon, Claims, with his wife, an equal share; Time wears away, and years pass by, By this the ills of life are broken, And when at last death calls us hence, Thus then through life we find its charm The heart when cold and sear'd 'twill warm, "Twill banish too the sigh: Life's path is thorny, rough, and broken, Hark! the herald angels sing, Raise high your tuneful voice. The Saviour of mankind this day, Deigns to assume his mortal sway, An infant from a virgin sprung, In Bethlehem; and every tongue A manger is his lowly bed, In swaddling-clothes he's bound; The shepherds in the gloom of night, The eastern sages from afar, The wise, the wonderful, his name His love so infinite, so great, He suffered to redeem From sin and death man's fallen state; His mercy so supreme. Then let us bend with suppliant knee, To Him that was, is, and shall be, Our Saviour and our King. N. R. The festival of the nativity of our Saviour, is of great antiquity, and was first introduced in the Catholic church about the year 500. It received its name of Christmas Day, from the Latin Christi Missa, the mass of Christ. The Vigil, or the eve of Christmas, was formerly one of devotion, after which, a log of wood, called the Yule-clog, was put upon the fire, and kept burning during the following day, which was celebrated with much mirth and festivity. A contemporary says, "Christmas comes but once a year, and this simple fact is in itself calculated to increase both the means of enjoying, and the disposition to enjoy its accustomed festivities. But, after all that has been said of the smoking sirloin, the rich plum pudding, and the tempting mince pie, (and these are doubtless the most prominent characteristics of the season, that have outlived the days of our happy forefathers), the real enjoyment of Christmas is derived from a higher source than the mere gratification of the animal appetites. What can a rational being enjoy, in this, or in any other season, without the social intercourse of friendship? Without this, to engage and expand the better feelings of the heart, what would be the pleasure amid all the gaieties of the Christmas week, of Twelfth Day, or of New Year's eve? This is the time at which we expect to meet our friends, and are not disappointed. We pay our annual visits, and receive our annual visitors. This constitutes the joy, and the happiness of the party assembled by the evening fireside.” As carols were formerly much sung at this season, the following one may not be unacceptable: A CHRISTMAS CAROL. BY J. F. CHORLEY. Old Winter hath his clarion blown, And with a silver mantle strown The forest and the flood: And from his icy urn he pours The winds that stir the struggling deep, The wreathing snow, the plenteous showers; His mournful breezes sweep. Yet though the storms with blustering wrath, See on the Winter's frosty path A jocund form appear: And with the tabor and the horn, His brows with yew and holly bound, Lo! Christmas comes! that household word, To English bosoms dear; And memory, by its magic stirred, Retraces many a year, To days when masque and pageant flung Lo! Christmas comes! and joy and mirth And gladness hovers o'er the hearth, They come, who long have absent been And in the Baron's stately hall I hear the harpers play; For thither crowd the peasants all In holiday array: Nor Lords nor Ladies scorn to night, To mingle with the meaner throng, And some there be, who sit apart, With tales that curdle every heart, How through the ancient tapestried room |