For as we wandered far and wide, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ What hap do you deem there should us betide! _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ Under a bent when the night was deep, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ There lay three shepherds tending their sheep. _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ "O ye shepherds, what have ye seen, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ To slay your sorrow, and heal your teen?" _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ "In an ox-stall this night we saw, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ A babe and a maid without a flaw. _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ "There was an old man there beside, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ His hair was white and his hood was wide. _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ "And as we gazed this thing upon, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ Those twain knelt down to the Little One, _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ "And a marvellous song we straight did hear, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ That slew our sorrow and healed our care." _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ News of a fair and marvellous thing, _The snow in the street and the wind on the door._ Nowell, nowell, nowell, we sing! _Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor._ * * * * * INEXHAUSTIBILITY OF THE SUBJECT OF CHRISTMAS LEIGH HUNT So many things have been said of late years about Christmas, that it is supposed by some there is no saying more. O they of little faith! What! do they suppose that every thing has been said that _can_ be said about any one Christmas thing?