e. Happiness, they say, dwells in the mansions of eternity, but
we can only lead mortals thither step by step with reluctant
murmurings, and ourselves must perish on the threshold. But hark! my
task is done."

The clock in the tall steeple of Dr. Emerson's church struck twelve;
there was a response from Dr. Flint's, in the opposite quarter of the
city; and while the strokes were yet dropping into the air the Old
Year either flitted or faded away, and not the wisdom and might of
angels, to say nothing of the remorseful yearnings of the millions who
had used her ill, could have prevailed with that departed year to
return one step. But she, in the company of Time and all her kindred,
must hereafter hold a reckoning with mankind. So shall it be,
likewise, with the maidenly New Year, who, as the clock ceased to
strike, arose from the steps of the city-hall and set out rather
timorously on her earthly course.

"A happy New Year!" cried a watchman, eying her figure very
questionably, but without the least suspicion that he was addressing
the New Year in person.

"Thank you kindly," said the New Year; and she gave the watchman one
of the roses of hope from her basket. "May this flower keep a sweet
smell long after I have bidden you good-bye!"

Then she stepped on more briskly through the silent streets, and such
as were awake at the moment heard her footfall and said, "The New Year
is come!" Wherever there was a knot of midnight roisterers, they
quaffed her health. She sighed, however, to perceive that the air was
tainted--as the atmosphere of this world must continually be--with the
dying breaths of mortals who had lingered just long enough for her to
bury them. But there were millions left alive to rejoice at her
coming, and so she pursued her way with confidence, strewing
emblematic flowers on the doorstep of almost every dwelling, which
some persons will gather up and wear in their bosoms, and others will
trample under foot. The carrier-boy can only say further that early
this morning she filled his basket with New Year's addresses, assuring
him that the whole city, with our new mayor and the aldermen and
common council at its head, would make a general rush to secure
copies. Kind patrons, will not you redeem the pledge of the New Year?

SNOWFLAKES.

There is snow in yonder cold gray sky of the morning, and through the
partially-frosted window-panes I love to watch the gradual beginning
of the storm. A few f