CHRISTMAS ADDRESS.

As time will shortly pass the Isthmus,

I thought I’d drop a word for Christmas;

For sure the era of a Savior,

Has much to do with earth’s behavior.

Before this world had its beginning,

Or Luficer began his sinning,

By asking Father’s “honor,”—(meant hence,

To save the world without repentance,)

While in the sinless realms of spirits,

He said:--“I’ll save men on their merits.”

The lamb was slain—he died a martyr,

Then rose triumphant, conq’ring after:

And so he lives for our salvation,

To raise us from our degradation,

Which Satan brought from his new college,

And Eve “partook” to gain the knowledge;

And Adam “ate,” for he was human,

And plagued a world to please a woman!

And down “fell” all in common sorrow--

With hopes to rise again to-morrow:--

But oh! to-morrow!—boundless ocean!

With all her tempest waves’ commotion,

Has lengthened out the awful terror--

And let the world go on in error,--

Till yonder comes the dreaded trouble!

“The wicked must be burnt as stubble!”

The suffering now must be exquisite;

“It must,” said Christ upon his visit,

“For earth has sinned and killed my servants,

“And all is under my observance:

“I was; I am; and will be ever,

“And none can stay my hands; no, never!

“To-day I bring glad tidings—‘tis well!

“Why will ye die, O house of Israel?

“Repent; be washed; do right, be clever;

“And you can live in bliss, forever.”