became one groat stroom of love and flowod on iogothcv,
insoparablo ; now dimpling, dooponing, and whirling
awav full of beauty towards tho gi-cat ocoan of etornity.
ifnclo Nathan and Aunt Kindly, how happy thoy were,
socing the joy of all tho company ! thby looked like two
new Kodoeraors — which indeed tlioy were. Tho minister
said, " Well, I have been preaching charity ond forgive-
ness and a cheerful happiness all my life, now I eoo
signs of tho * good time coming.' There's forgiveness of
injuries," pointing to Colonel Steams and Mr. Wilkin-
son ; " old enemies reconciled. All my sermons don't
seem to accomplish so rauch as your Christmas Festival,
Mr. Robinson, * said he, addressing Fncle Nathan, " Wo
only wat/cred the ground," said Aunt Kindly, ^' where the
seed was long since sown by other hands ; only it does seem
to como up abundantly, and all at once." Then the minis-
ter told the people a new Christmas story ; and before
they went home they all joined together and eung this
hyuiu to the good tune of Old Hundred :
" Josus shnll roign where'er the Bun
Does his Bucceasive journeys run ;
His kmgdora stretch froro shore to shore,
Till moons eball wax and vnaie no more.
Blessings abound where'er He rei^^ ;
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the eons of want are b'ess'd."
LONDON: WILLIAM STEVENS, PRINTER, 37, BELL YARD, TEMPLE BAR.
