Music hath pow'r 'neath the torrid zone, Where love in his ardour is found; And the heart of the Indian melts At the tom-tom's am'rous sound. Music hath pow'r on Greenland's ice; When guileless hearts grow gladder, And nimble feet rejoice at the sound Of a dozen peas in a bladder. Music hath pow'r over brutish hearts, To shake them to their middle. The nightingale dies on the poet's lute; And a bear will dance to a fiddle. Yes: music hath power o'er the wide, wide, world: A power that's deep and endearing. But music now has no power on me, For I'm very hard of hearing. [Illustration: DECEMBER.—Christmas Eve. ] ┌───────────────────────────────────────────────────┬─────────────────┐ │ DECEMBER. │ [1837.│ ├──┬────────────────────────────────────────────────┴─────────────────┤ │ │"Last scene of all," that ends the year, │ │ │And ushers in brave Christmas cheer, │ │ │Come, deckt as thou wert wont to be, │ │ │In festive smiles and revelry, │ │ │With roasted beef and minced pies, │ │ │And pudding of gigantic size! │ │ │Fit emblem of our wealth's vast sum; │ │ │I'd be contented with a _plum_. │ ├──┼────────────────────────────────────────────────┬─────────────────┤ │D.│ =Great Events and Odd Matters.= │ _Prognosti- │ │ │ │ fications._ │ ├──┼────────────────────────────────────────────────┼─────────────────┤ │ 1│ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 2│ A RISING GENIUS. │ about │ │ │ │ │ │ 3│_Timothy Sly's own Epistle (not the Master's)._ │ which time, │ │ │ │ │ │ 4│DEAR DICK,—I copied my school letter to │ ⚹ ♒ ☿ │ │ │Father and Mother ten times before one was good │ │ │ 5│enough, and while the teacher is putting the │ many │ │ │ capitals │ │ │ │and flourishes in I shall slip this off on the │ │ │ │ sly. │ │ │ 6│Our examination was yesterday and the table was │ aldermen │ │ │covered with books and things bound in gilt and │ │