NEW YEAR REFLECTION.
(By an Old-fashioned Fellow.)
"Goodwill to man!" the dear old carol saith.
Ah me! Then why so much mean personal pother?
We're credulous of aught that means the scathe
Of a sad sister, or a stumbling brother.
Men are like stout John Bunyan's "Little Faith,"—
Save in believing evil of each other!
There faith indeed is strong; but 'tis a rarity
That such strange Faith is found combined with Charity!