Let the tempest rage without, let its blasts be wild and stout, What care we? Our hearts are stouter still and strovg; And within 'tis warm and light, and kind eyes are shining bright, And the voices of our friends are in our song.—Cho. Then away with every cloud that our pleasure might enshroud, And away with every word and look unkind; Let old quarrels all be healed, and old friendship closer sealed. And our lives with sweeter purer ties entwined. — Cho. Since we know the blessed power of this happy Christ mas hour, We will keep its holy spell upon our heart, That each evil thing within that would tempt us into sin, May forever from our peaceful souls depart.—Cho.

Good Night EXERCISE SONG.

(Air, "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp" Pat's Pick, page 42; Song Budget, page 32.) 2 Flats.

O, another day is gone, And our lessons are all done; Now's the time to put our books and slates away, Pack them neatly in a row1, Softly lay them in just so2; Hurrah3! the time has come4 for lots of fun and play.