nd　solemn　hour；　〃when　deep　sleep　falleth　upon　man；〃　I　have　listened　with　a　hushed　delight；　and；　connecting　them　with　the　sacred　and　joyous　occasion；　have　almost　fancied　them　into　another　celestial　choir；　announcing　peace　and　good…will　to　mankind。
  How　delightfully　the　imagination；　when　wrought　upon　by　these　moral　influences；　turns　everything　to　melody　and　beauty：　　The　very　crowing　of　the　cock；　who　is　sometimes　heard　in　the　profound　repose　of　the　country；　〃telling　the　night…watches　to　his　feathery　dames；〃　was　thought　by　the　common　people　to　announce　the　approach　of　this　sacred　festival：
  〃Some　say　that　ever　'gainst　that　season　comes　　　　　　　Wherein　our　Saviour's　birth　is　celebrated；　　　　　　　This　bird　of　dawning　singeth　all　night　long：　　　　　　　And　then；　they　say；　no　spirit　dares　stir　abroad；　　　　　　　The　nights　are　wholesomethen　no　planets　strike；　　　　　　　No　fairy　takes；　no　witch　hath　power　to　charm；　　　　　　　So　hallow'd　and　so　gracious　is　the　time。〃
  Amidst　the　general　call　to　happiness；　the　bustle　of　the　spirits；　and　stir　of　the　affections；　which　prevail　at　this　period；　what　bosom　can　remain　insensible？　　It　is；　indeed；　the　season　of　regenerated　feelingthe　season　for　kindling；　not　merely　the　fire　of　hospitality　in　the　hall；　but　the　genial　flame　of　charity　in　the　heart。
  The　scene　of　early　love　again　rises　green　to　memory　beyond　the　sterile　waste　of　years；　and　the　idea　of　home；　fraught　with　the　fragrance　of　home…dwelling　joys；　reanimates　the　drooping　spirit；　as　the　Arabian　breeze　will　sometimes　waft　the　freshness　of　the　distant　fields　to　the　weary　pilgrim　of　the　desert。
  Stranger　and　sojourner　as　I　am　in　the　land；though　for　me　no　social　hearth　may　blaze；　no　hospitable　roof　throw　open　its　doors；　nor　the　warm　grasp　of　friendship　welcome　me　at　the　threshold；yet　I　feel　the　influence　of　the　season　beaming　into　my　soul　from　the　happy　looks　of　those　around　me。　　Surely　happiness　is　reflective；　like　the　light　of　heaven；　and　every　countenance；　bright　with　smiles；　and　glowing　with　innocent　enjoyment；　is　a　mirror　transmitting　to　others　the　rays　of　a　supreme　and　ever　shining　benevolence。　　He　who　can　turn　churlishly　away　from　contemplating　the　felicity　of　his　fellow　beings；　and　sit　down　darkling　and　repining　in　his　loneliness　when　all　around　is　joyful；　may　have　his　moments　of　strong　excitement　and　selfish　gratification；　but　he　wants　the　genial　and　social　sympathies　which　constitute　the　charm　of　a　merry　Christmas。
  The　Stage…coach
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  Old　Holiday　School　Song。
  In　the　preceding　paper　I　have　made　some　general　observations　on　the　Christmas　festivities　of　England；　and　am　tempted　to　illustrate　them　by　some　anecdotes　of　a　Christmas　passed　in　the　country；　in　perusing　which；　I　would　most　courteously　invite　my　reader　to　lay　aside　the　austerity　of　wisdom；　and　to　put　on　that　genuine　holiday　spirit　which　is　tolerant　of　folly；　and　anxious　only　for　amusement。
  In　the　course　of　a　December　tour　in　Yorkshire；　I　rode　for　a　long　distance　in　one　of　the　public　coaches；　on　the　day　preceding　Christmas。　　The　coach　was　crowded；　both　inside　and　out；　with　passengers；　who；　by　their　talk；　seemed　principally　bound　to　the　mansions　of　relations　or　friends　to　eat　the　Christmas　dinner。　　It　was　loaded　also　with　hampers　of　game；　and　baskets　and　boxes　of　delicacies；　and　hares　hung　dangling　their　long　ears　about　the　coachman's　box；presents　from　distant　friends　for　the　impending　feast。　　I　had　three　fine　rosy…cheeked　schoolboys　for　my　fellow　passengers　inside；　full　of　the　buxom　health　and　manly　spirit　which　I　have　observed　in　the　children　of　this　country。　　They　were　returning　home　for　the　holidays　in　high　glee；　and　promising　themselves　a　world　of　enjoyment。　　It　was　delightful　to　hear　the　gigantic　plans　of　pleasure　of　the　little　rogues；　and　the　impracticable　feats　they　were　to　perform　during　their　six　weeks'　emancipation　from　the　abhorred　thraldom　of　book；　birch；　and　pedagogue。　　They　were　full　of　anticipations　of　the　meeting　with　the　family　and　household；　down　to　the　very　cat　and　dog；　and　of　the　joy　they　were　to　give　their　little　sisters　by　the　presents　with　which　their　pockets　were　crammed；　but　the　meeting　to　which　they　seemed　to　look　forward　with　the　greatest　impatience　was　with　Bantam；　which　I　found　to　be　a　pony；　and；　according　to　their　talk；　possessed　of　more　virtues　than　any　steed　since　the　days　of　Bucephalus。　　How　he　could　trot！　how　he　could　run！　and　then　such　leaps　as　he　would　takethere　was　not　a　hedge　in　the　whole　country　that　he　could　not　clear。
  They　were　under　the　particular　guardianship　of　the　coachman；　to　whom；　whenever　an　opportunity　presented；　they　addressed　a　host　of　questions；　and　pronounced　him　one　of　the　best　fellows　in　the　whole　world。　　Indeed；　I　could　not　but　notice　the　more　than　ordinary　air　of　bustle　and　importance　of　the　coachman；　who　wore　his　hat　a　little　on　one　side；　and　had　a　large　bunch　of　Christmas　greens　stuck　in　the　button…hole　of　his　coat。　　He　is　always　a　personage　full　of　mighty　care　and　business；　but　he　is　particularly　so　during　this　season；　having　so　many　commissions　to　execute　in　consequence　of　the　great　interchange　of　presents。
  And　here；　perhaps；　it　may　not　be　unacceptable　to　my　untravelled　readers　to　have　a　sketch　that　may　serve　as　a　general　representation　of　this　very　numerous　and　important　class　of　functionaries　who　have　a　dress；　a　manner；　a　language；　an　air；　peculiar　to　themselves；　and　prevalent　throughout　the　fraternity；　so　that；　wherever　an　English　stage…coachman　may　be　seen；　he　cannot　be　mistaken　for　one　of　any　other　craft　or　mystery。
  He　has　commonly　a　broad；　full　face；　curiously　mottled　with　red；　as　if　the　blood　had　been　forced　by　hard　feeding　into　every　vessel　of　the　skin；　he　is　swelled　into　jolly　dimensions　by　frequent　potations　of　malt　liquors；　and　his　bulk　is　still　further　increased　by　a　multiplicity　of　coats；　in　which　he　is　buried　like　a　cauliflower；　the　upper　one　reaching　to　his　heels。　　He　wears　a　broad…brimmed；　low…crowned　hat；　a　huge　roll　of　coloured　handkerchief　about　his　neck；　knowingly　knotted　and　tucked　in　at　the　bosom；　and　has　in　summer…time　a　large　bouquet　of　flowers　in　his　buttonhole；　the　present；　most　probably；　of　some　enamoured　country　lass。　　His　waistcoat　is　commonly　of　some　bright　colour；　striped；　and　his　small…clothes　extend　far　below　the　knees；　to　meet　a　pair　of　jockey　boots　which　reach　about　half…way　up　his　legs。
  All　this　costume　is　maintained　with　much　precision；　he　has　a　pride　in　having　his　clothes　of　excellent　materials；　and；　notwithstanding　the　seeming　grossness　of　his　appearance；　there　is　still　discernible　that　neatness　and　propriety　of　person　which　is　almost　inherent　in　an　Englishman。　　He　enjoys　great　consequence　and　consideration　along　the　road；　has　frequent　conferences　with　the　village　housewives；　who　look　upon　him　as　a　man　of　great　trust　and　dependence；　and　he　seems　to　have　a　good　understanding　with　every　bright…eyed　country　lass。　The　moment　he　arrives　where　the　horses　are　to　be　changed；　he　throws　down　the　reins　with　something　of　an　air；　and　abandons　the　cattle　to　the　care　of　the　hostler；　his　duty　being　merely　to　drive　from　one　stage　to　another。
  When　off　the　box；　his　hands　are　thrust　in　the　pockets　of　his　greatcoat；　and　he　rolls　about　the　inn…yard　with　an　air　of　the　most　absolute　lordliness。　　Here　he　is　generally　surrounded　by　an　admiring　throng　of　hostlers；　stable…boys；　shoe…blacks；　and　those　nameless　hangers…on　that　infest　inns　and　taverns；　and　run　errands；　and　do　all　kinds　of　odd　jobs；　for　the　privilege　of　battening　on　the　drippings　of　the　kitchen　and　the　leakage　of　the　tap…room。　　These　all　look　up　to　him　as　to　an　oracle；　treasure　up　his　cant　phrases；　echo　his　opinions　about　horses　and　other　topics　of　jockey　lore；　and；　above　all；　endeavour　to　imitate　his　air　and　carriage。　　Every　ragamuffin　that　has　a　coat　to　his　back　thrusts　his　hands　in　the　pockets；　rolls　in　his　gait；　talks　slang；　and　is　an　embryo　Coachey。
  Perhaps　it　might　be　owing　to　the　pleasing　serenity　that　reigned　in　my　own　mind；　that　I　fancied　I　saw　cheerfulness　in　every　countenance　throughout　the　journey。　　A　stage…coach；　however；　carries　animation　always　with　it；　and　puts　the　world　in　motion　as　it　whirls　along。　The　horn；　sounded　at　the　entrance　of　a　village；　produces　a　general　bustle。　　Some　hasten　forth　to　meet　friends；　some　with　bundles　and　bandboxes　to　secure　places；　and　in　the　hurry　of　the　moment　can　hardly　take　leave　of　the　group　that　accompanies　them。　　In　the　meantime；　the　coachman　has　a　world　of　small　commissions　to　execute。　Sometimes　he　delivers　a　hare　or　pheasant；　sometimes　jerks　a　small　parcel　or　newspaper　to　the　door　of　a　public…house；　and　sometimes；　with　knowing　leer　and　words　of　sly　import；　hands　to　some　half…　blushing；　half…laughing　housemaid　an　odd…shaped　billet…doux　from　some　rustic　admirer。　　As　the　coach　rattles　through　the　village；　every　one　runs　to　the　window；　and　you　have　glances　on　every　side　of　fresh　country　faces；　and　blooming；　giggling　girls。　　At　the　corners　are　assembled　juntas　of　village　idlers　and　wise　men；　who　take　their　stations　there　for　the　important　purpose　of　seeing　company　pass；　but　the　sagest　knot　is　generally　at　the　blacksmith's；　to　whom　the　passing　of　the　coach　is　an　event　fruitful　of　m