Chapter 18 A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

The old year dies on southern skies,

And leafless woods that moan and quiver;

The shadows creep o'er ocean deep,

And silent lake and rustling river;

And all is gloom around the tomb

Of wasted moments, lost for ever.

The new year gleams on silver streams,

Where meadows smile in sunlit glances;

The dark shades flee across the