sannahs of the children were not followed the next day with cries of "crucify Him," as the hosannahs of the multitude were. And as we find holy childhood in God's temple on earth, and children in the temple singing His praise; so also in His temple in heaven they sing the new song before the throne.-From Plain Sermons.

Poetry.

VERSES ON ST. THOMAS'S DAY.

THE twenty-first!-St. Thomas' feast!
Reluctant in the twilight East

Gray morning dawns with misty ray.
How gloomy would this day appear,
(The shortest day of all the year,)
Did not our holy Church most dear
Appoint it for a holyday!

St. Thomas' day is set apart

That we may pray with earnest heart
Against the snare in which he trod;
And so, when God our faith would try,
May trust, nor ask the reason why,
But with that blest Apostle cry,

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My Lord, my Saviour, and my God!"

Now to the world in this our day
Christ Jesus saith, "My Church obey;

Her doctrines and her rites receive."
And shall we doubt His Church is right?
O never!-in her glorious light
We'll "walk by faith, and not by sight,"
Blest if we 66 see not, yet believe."

ANCIENT HYMN FOR CHRISTMAS-DAY.

LET all the earth her King adore,
From farthest pole to pole,
Where'er the sun doth roll;
Sent forth from the eternal shore
To visit us forlorn,

He comes, the Virgin-born.

To save from death those He hath made,

God, who did all create,

Puts on a slave's estate;

Born ere the pillar'd world was laid,

He comes a mortal child,

To earth and time exiled.

Onr God on a straw pallet lies,
And infant food is given

To Him, the food of heaven:
He lies full low, that we may rise,
And the world-wielding hands
Are bound by swaddling bands.
He asks return for such vast love,
And, though the Judge of all,
Doth to His cradle call.
Then be all praise to Him above,
To Father and to Son,
And Spirit, ever One.

ST. STEPHEN'S DAY.

BUT yesterday we praised the Lord
For His mysterious birth;
And yet He came "to bring a sword
And fire upon the earth."

Last night to joy was dedicate,
With flowers and holly wreath;
This morn our souls commemorate
A martyr's bloody death.

Hail, blessed sword with double edge,
That wins our way to heaven!
And hail, ye martyr-fires! the pledge
Of crowns immortal given.

The Christian will not shrink from pain,
Who suffers for his Lord;

For earthly loss is heavenly gain;

His sceptre is the sword,

See the first martyr stoned to death,

The blessed, holy Stephen;

"Forgive them, Lord!" his latest breath,-His latest look to heaven.

He, dying, raised one blood-stained hand
From off the impurpled sod,

And cried, "I see Christ Jesus stand
At the right hand of God !"

And who would wish a happier end?
Pray ours may be the same,
If ere it please the Lord to send
On us His fire and flame !

Afflictions borne with upward eye,
And heart of stedfast faith,
Will make us too like martyrs die,
And win the martyr's wreath!

Calendar for December.

THE festivals of this month are,-
St. Thomas's on the 21st.
Christmas-day the 25th.
St. Stephen's the 26th.

St. John the Evangelist's the 27th.
The Holy Innocents' the 28th.

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