Frost and cold now are upon us; Christmas passing with its typal
evergreens and mystic chants; the old year dying fast with its weird
secrets buried until the Day of Doom; the New Year close upon us, with
its demands and duties. May the Heavenly Father bless its fleeting
hours, and enable us to sow them closely with the precious seeds of good
deeds,--germs to blossom on the Eternal Shore!
AMERICAN THANKSGIVING DAY IN LONDON.
NOVEMBER 25, 1863.
[The following report of the proceedings at the Thanksgiving Dinner
in London arrived too late to be incorporated in the body of
THE CONTINENTAL; in consequence, however, of its immediate
interest to our readers, we have decided upon giving it to them,
even if it must appear as a supplement. It is surely a very
pleasant thing to know that our patriots abroad consecrated the
festival by grateful thanks to the Giver of all good; and that
public and loyal utterances were made of the great national truths
which, in our present crisis, it is of such vital importance to
make known to the men and governments of other countries.--ED.
CONTINENTAL.]
In pursuance of the proclamation of the President of the United States,
addressed to all citizens, at home and abroad, the loyal Americans now
in England, to the number of several hundred, assembled at St. James
Hall to dinner. The Hon.
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