Chorus.—­
    Joy to the world, a Saviour reigns,
      Let men their tongues employ,
    While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and vales
      Repeat the sounding joy.

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=My Christmas Secrets.=

By S.C.  PEABODY.

  Hurry Christmas!  How you creep,
  I’ve some presents I can’t keep,
  Just this morning I forgot,
  And told baby what I’d bought.

  All he answered was, “Goo goo!”
  So I don’t think that he knew,
  I told mamma hers was white,
  And she’d wear it every night.

  That she’d need it getting tea. 
  Then my mamma smiled at me,
  And she whispered, “Isn’t May
  Letting secrets fly away?”

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=Kriss Kringle.=

By SUSIE M. BEST.

  If there’s any one here who ever has seen
  The face of Kriss Kringle, I’ll think he is mean
  If he is not willing at once to arise
  And tell the real color and shape of his eyes!

  Somehow I much doubt if the gentleman looks
  Like the pictures we see in the shops and the books. 
  I’ve a sort of a notion we’d all be surprised
  If we suddenly saw him, by day, undisguised!

  Is he big, is he little, is he young, is he old? 
  There are some things, I know, that can’t always be told,
  But I’d much like to know why it is he must keep
  Himself hidden securely till we are asleep?

  I’ve made up my mind that I’m going to watch,
  And see if I cannot by any means catch
  One glimpse of his face as he comes down the flue,
  And if I succeed I’ll describe him to you!

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=A Message.=

By ELLA M. POWERS.

    (For three primary children to recite.)

  First pupil: 
    One true thing I have to say,
    Clap your hands now, for you may. 
    It’s very happy, very dear,
    This Christmas day will soon be here;
    But children learn to understand,
    That loyal heart and loving hand,
    Can pray, “Oh, Saviour, so divine,
    Make our lives so much like thine.”

  Second pupil: 
    Yes, far away that Christmas night,
    A star above the Christ shone bright,
    And led the shepherds from afar
    To seek that bright and glorious star.

  Third pupil: 
    The shepherds came with presents rare
    And knelt with tender love and care,
    Before that child so sweet and true,
    And loved Him as we all should do;
    And that grand song we hear again,
   “Peace on earth—­good will to men.”

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=The Mousie.=

By M.N.B.

    (A very small primary boy may recite these lines.)

  A mousie got into a great Christmas pie,
  Two little boys heard him, and then they did cry,
  “O mousie!  O mousie! come quickly away! 
  That pie is not for you, ’tis for our Christmas day.”