But is old, old, good old Cmas gone? Not t? ell, I    have more of him.

        NOtful spell over my imagination toms and rural games of former times. tures my fancy used to dra I only ko be all t poets ed it; and t days of yore, in o t present. I regret to say t t, being gradually ime, but still more obliterated by modern fasuresque morsels of Gotecture ry, partly dilapidated by te of ages and partly lost in tions and alterations of latter days.

        Poetry,    t s ts ric toefully repaying t by clasping toget remains, and, as it hem in verdure.

        Of all tivals,    of Cmas aro and most felt associations. tone of solemn and sacred feeling t blends y and lifts t to a state of ed enjoyment.

        t tremely tender and inspiring. tiful story of toral ses t apas annou. t, until t brougo men. I do not kno of musi to mas ant of t pile riump harmony.

        It is a beautiful arra, also, derived from days of yore, t tival,    of togetions, and dras ing to cast loose; of calling back to assemble about ternal    rallying-place of tions, to groos of childhood.

        t gives a     co tivity of Cmas. At otimes    portion of our pleasures from ties of Nature.

        Our feelings sally forte t;live abroad and everyream, t voluptuousness of summer, tums mantle of refres deep delicious blue and its cloudy magni?ce,--all ?ll us e but exquisite deligion. But in ter, urn for rati?cations to moral sources.

        tion of t gloomy days and darksome nig in our feelings also from rambling abroad, and make us more keenly disposed for ts are more trated; our friendly sympaty, and are brougoget.    calleto , and    recesses of our bosoms, and o, furnis of domestic felicity.

        tc makes t dilate oering ti?cial summer and sunss up ea a kindlier wele.

        face of ality expand into a broader and more cordial smile, , ter ?reside? and as t of ry    door,    t, and rumbles do    be mrateful t feeling of sober and sered security able     cic y?

        t prevalence of rural    t every class of society, ivals and errupt tillness of try life, and ticularly observant of tes of Cmas. It is inspiring to read even tails e abandoo mirtival ed. It seemed to t. It broug and together, and blended all ranks in one warm, generous ?ow of joy and kindness.

        tles and manor-mas carol, and t of ality. Even t cottage ive season ions of bay and s rays ttice, inviting to raise tc -told Cmas tales.

        One of t pleasing effeodern re? is t y old oms. It ely taken off touced reliefs of ts of life, and y into a more smoot certainly a less ceristic, surface. Many of tmas irely disappeared, and, like taff, are beatters of speculation and dispute among entators.

        times full of spirit and lusti ily and vigorously--times uresque, s ric materials and ts most attractive variety of cers and manners. tion, and less of enjoyment. Pleasure o a broader, but a sream, and    c ?oly tic life. Society ened and elegant tone, but it    many of its strong local peculiarities, its s    ?reside deligraditionary s of golden-ed antiquity, its feudal alities, and lordly ately maed    oaken gallery, and tapestried parlor, but are uo t she modern villa.

        S is, of its a aive mas is still a period of deligement in England.

        It is gratifying to see t ely aroused    is again to unite friends and kis of good s ard and quiers of kind feelings; tributed about    pleasing effe produg fond associations and kindling benevolent sympats, rude as may be trelsy, breaks upon tig of perfect    still and solemn ;, and, eg t fao anotial ankind.

        fully tion, urns everyto melody ay! times in try, "telling t-co ;

        by to annouival.

        "Some say t ever gainst t season es

        ed,

        t long;

        And t dares stir abroad,

        ts are rike,

        No fairy takes, no co charm,

        So ime."

        Amidst to le of ts, and stir of tions    bosom    remain insensible? It is, ied feeling--t merely tality in t ty in t.

        to memory beyond terile e of years; and t es t, as times    tant ?elds to t.

        Stranger and sojourner as I am in table roof ts doors, nor t t I feel to my soul from tive, like t of enance, brig enjoyment, is a mirror transmitting to oturn cemplating     ty of    d excitement and sel?si?cation, but s titute tmas.
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