Dwell not upon the past; think not that one short year ago, the fair child now resolving into dust, sat before you, with the bloom of health upon its cheek, and the gaiety of infancy in its joyous eye.

Reflect upon your present blessings--of which every man has many--not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Fill your glass again, with a merry face and contented heart.

Our life on it, but your Christmas shall be merry, and your new year a happy one! Who can be insensible to the outpourings of good feeling, and the honest interchange of affectionate attachment, which abound at this season of the year?
A Christmas family-party! We know nothing in nature more delightful! There seems a magic in the very name of Christmas.

Petty jealousies and discords are forgotten; social feelings are awakened, in bosoms to which they have long been strangers; father and son, or brother and sister, who have met and passed with averted gaze, or a look of cold recognition, for months before, proffer and return the cordial embrace, and bury their past animosities in their present happiness.