The changes and sorrows of life, and, perhaps, especially the death, of a darling little one, who fell from a window, in 1873, and was killed by the fall, had been blessed to her by the Holy Spirit of God; and scenes of family sickness and bereavement seem to have led the endeared Princess Alice to that loving and sympathizing Saviour who is ever ready to save the heart that fully trusts in Him. The whole English nation mourned for her, as for one near and dear to each, and a solemnity pervaded all classes, though Christmas was at hand. Possibly the anticipation of Christmastide had been bright in her own loving spirit: if so, that anticipation was realized, for the first Christmas in heaven with Jesus Himself must indeed surpass the most joyous and happy one ever spent on earth. In Memoriam. THE PRINCESS ALICE, WHO DIED DEC. 14th, 1878. She is taken to celebrate Christmastide, In Emmanuel's land of light; The notes of her carol swell far and wide, And her raiment is lustrous white. Introduced to the happy, and blood-bought throng, For whom Jesus, the Christ, was born, How sweetly will echo her triumph song, On the Heavenly Christmas morn! And the day she was taken was linked in love, By fond memory's silver chain, With him who had entered the Home above, Which knows neither parting nor pain. At the dawn of the wintry, and short, dark day, The angel of death hovered near, To herald the sorrowful mother away, From trouble, and trial, and tear. Let us mingle our prayers, asking God to bless, With earnest, affectionate cry, Our well-beloved Queen, in her new distress, Her comfort our God can supply. May she treasure the thought with tremulous praise, That those who were lent, and not given, Are joining with us in the angels' lays, And keeping their Christmas in Heaven! _Montacute, Ilminster, Somerset, Christmas, 1878._ II. MRS. HANNAH MORE. Mrs. Hannah More spent her happy childhood at Stapleton, near Bristol; and her early girlhood in Bristol itself, as a pupil in the school of her three elder sisters. Besides these three sisters, whose names were Mary, Betty, and Sally, there was also one younger than Hannah herself, named Patty. The five little girls were the children of a Mr. Jacob More, the head master of a foundation school at Stapleton. Mr. More had married the daughter of a farmer, who had been carefully brought up, and possessed considerable mind and also great judgment. Hannah was born in 1745, and, together with her four sisters, learned to read at home, the mother herself teaching them.