2. The star was so beautiful, large, and clear, That all the other stars of the sky Became a white mist in the atmosphere, And by this they knew that the coming was near Of the Prince foretold in the prophecy. 3. Three caskets they bore on their saddle-bows, Their turbans like blossoming almond-trees. 4. And so the Three Kings rode into the West, Through the dusk of night, over hill and dell, And sometimes they nodded with beard on breast, And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest, With the people they met at some wayside well. 5. "Of the child that is born," said Baltazar, 6. And the people answered, "You ask in vain ; 7. And when they came to Jerusalem, Herod the Great, who had heard this thing, Sent for the wise men and questioned them; And said, "Go down into Bethlehem, And bring me tidings of this new king." 8. So they rode away; and the star stood still, Yes, it stopped, it stood still of its own free will, The City of David, where Christ was born. 9. And the Three Kings rode through the gate and the guard, Through the silent street, till their horses turned And only a light in the stable burned. 10. And cradled there in the scented hay, In the air made sweet by the breath of kine, The child that would be king one day 11. His mother, Mary of Nazareth, Sat watching beside his place of rest, 12. They laid their offerings at his feet; The gold was their tribute to a king; The myrrh for the body's burying. 13. And the mother wondered and bowed her head, Of an endless reign and of David's throne. 14. Then the kings rode out of the city gate, And returned to their homes by another way. 15. "One more paper, and a short one," said the teacher, addressing the young people who were present, "and we have done with our Christmas selections. Those of you who are studying Roman history know that at the period which marks the close of the Roman Republic, when Octavius Cæsar had become sole master of the Roman world, universal peace prevailed, and that the heathen temple of Janus, which was always opened in time of war and closed in peace, was then closed, for the third time since the founding of Rome. 16. "It was at this auspicious period that Jesus Christ, the promised Messiah, was born, and thus, literally, was his advent the herald of 'peace on earth, and good will toward men.' The occurrence of universal peace at this important epoch is thus alluded to by England's great epic poet: VII.-Hymn of the Nativity. "No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around; The idle spear and shield were high uphung; Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by." Milton. CHAPTER XIV.-OUR FRENCH ACQUAINTANCE AGAIN. I-A Frequent Visitor. 1. Our philosophical Frenchman had become a frequent visitor at the Hall, and Uncle Philip was always pleased to send the carriage for him whenever the old gentleman was inclined to pay us a visit. One day, after bearing him an invitation to visit us, I asked him if it would be agreeable to him to bring his diary and read to us extracts from it. 2. "It will be adding pleasure to pleasure for me to do so," he replied, in his polite manner. "I shall be happy to find that these trifling records, made by an old man, are of any interest to my young friends at the Hall." 3. Father Bardou, as we had fallen into the habit of addressing him, was always gratified to have the young people present when he read from his diary, and it seemed to interest him much to listen to the remarks which his written meditations called forth. During the visit of which I have here spoken, he said he would begin his reading where his diary again referred to his friend Roger, whom he had already casually introduced to us. II. The Diary.-The World a Theatre." 1. "The day after Roger's visit, I seated myself at the window to observe the passers-by. This, to me, is one of the most charming amusements of old age. The crowd which glides before my eyes awakens in me endless memories, and inspires innumerable fancies and sympathies. a On what resemblance is based the figure of speech-"The world a theatre"?-See the like figure from Shakspeare-"The world's a stage," etc. 2. "Sometimes I am struck by a resemblance, which brings back a whole poem of my youth; sometimes there are contrasts which fill me with profound and sombre thoughts; or again, it is an expression of the features, a word caught, a significant movement of the body, which suggests to my mind a rapid romance, the characters of which disappear almost instantaneously, leaving my imagination free to trace out the final results. 3. "Leaning over my balcony, I am like a spectator in the back seats at a pantomime, to whom the plot has not been revealed; my theatre is the world, my play is human life itself. There is not one of those passers-by who has not some hidden joy or sorrow, the reflection of which is dimly visible in his countenance,-some secret passion, which he strives to bury in the folds of his cloak. 4. "I proceed thus far in my reflections, when dark clouds, driven by the south wind, approach. It begins to rain; and the people are hurrying to their houses. This is the interlude in the play which I am following with so much interest. I shut down my window, and turn to my writing-desk. An atlas lies open upon it; I sit down, and begin to turn over the leaves. 5. "The amusement is here of a different kind. Just before, I was at the theatre; now I am on my travels. In order to perceive all that an atlas contains, it is necessary to have wandered through some beautiful country, with no other object in view than that of observing and feeling. The impressions thus gained are fixed, though without order, like the leaves of a book irregularly sewn together. 6. "Take up now a map on which are traced the outlines of the country you have visited, the situation of each town, the longitudes and distances; the chaos of impressions falls at once into order, and you begin to read from your memory without confusion, errors, or forgetfulness. And where others perceive only colored lines, to you |