"So new to him," she muttered, "so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!..." - Charles Dickens

Least said, soonest mended

Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.

Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every remediable sorrow, wrong, and trouble in the world around us, should be active with us, not less than our own experiences, for all good.