Which Christmases array.
God rest you, merry gentlemen,
May none of these dismay!
A CHRISTMAS LETTER FROM AUSTRALIA
DOUGLAS SLADEN
'Tis Christmas, and the North wind blows; 'twas two years yesterday
Since from the Lusitania's bows I looked o'er Table Bay,
A tripper round the narrow world, a pilgrim of the main,
Expecting when her sails unfurled to start for home again.