IDA FAY.
THE CHRISTMAS CAROL.
T is Christmas morning, bright, clear, and cold. A class of little girls have assembled with their teacher in an old country church in England.
They are singing joyous carols; and their faces look so sweet and happy, that I am sure they must be singing with their hearts as well as their voices.
Even the youngest, though she cannot yet read or sing, sits cuddled against her sister, her small hands folded on her lap, quietly listening. The pleased look on her face tells us that she loves to hear the others sing.
I think she will remember some of the sweet words, and will very likely try to sing them when she is at home.
Behind the group of children may be seen a table monument. There are many of these in old English churches. The figure on the top, carved in stone, probably resembles some knight or warrior, in memory of whom the monument was placed here long, long ago.
