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Poor, sw eet Piccola ! Did ven hear
What hap, ene.d to Piccola, children dear?
'Tis seldom Fortune such favor grants
As fell to this little maid of France.
'Twas Christmas time, and her parents poor
Could hardly drive the wolf from the door,
Striving with poverty's patient pain
Only to live till summer again.
No gifts for Piccola ! Sad were they [day ;
When dawned the morning of Chriatmas
Their little darling no joy might stir,
St. Nicholas nothing would bring to her!
But Piccola never doubted at all
That something beautiful must befall
Every child upon Christmas day,
And so she slept till the dawn was gray.
And full of faith, when at last she woke,
She stole to her shoe as the morning broke ; l
Such sounds of gladness filled the air,
'Twas plain St. Nicholas had been there !
In rushed Piccola sweet, half wild ;
Never was seen such a joyful child !
" See what the good saint brought!" she
And mother and father niust peep inside.
Now such a story who ever heard?
There was a little shivering bird!
A sparrow, that in the window flew,
Had crept into Piccola's tiny shoe!
"Iiow good poor Piccola must have been !"
She cried, as happy as any queen,
While the starving sparrow she fed and
And danced with rapture, she was so
Children, this story I tell you,
Of Piccola sweet and her bird, is true;
In the far-off land of France, they say,
Still do they live to this very day.
LOIXG FORl SANTA C~LAKS
A GOOD STORY FOR B 3 BOYS AND Gj LS.
One wintry day little Miria
arose in tho morning and found
that her mother was not up.
This was strange, for the sun
was high and his beams fell aslan t
through the high garret window
upon the bare floor. The store
was cold and the coffee-pot stood
empty on the shelf. Mina laugh
ed at tbe thought that she had
waked before her mother. She
slipped on her blue woolen dress,
her large checked apron, her
knitted stockings, and thick'shoes ;
and having washed her face, and
braided her hair in two tight lit
tle pigtails, crept around to her
mother's bed, intending to kiss
her ~awake. But her mother's
eyes were wide open, her cheeks
were red, and her hair was tossed
about on the pillows.
I'Oh, my child,' she cried, as she
saw her little girl, 'what shall we
do now ? 1 am ill. I have a fever
of some sort. My head is as heavy
as if it was made of lead. I am not
even able to rise, much less to go
about my work. We shall starve
together, you and 1, poor, un
happy widow and orphan that we
'Oh, no, mother,' said Mina.
'We need not starve. I can make
the coffee, and go and buy the
bread and sausage.'
'Child, child !' cried the mother,
'very soon there will be,no money
to buy anything. I1 h've felt my
self breaking down for a week.
I have no hope now. I must send
for the doctor, and when he finds
I am not able to pay him he will
send me to the hospital. You,
poor little soul, you will soon be
motherless as wvell as fatherless.'
The poor woman hid her face
in the pillow. Mina wept. Tears
ran down her cheeks; but she
soon w ent to the stove, and kin
ded a fire, and made the coffee,
as she had seen her mother do
'The coffee vwill do you good,
mother,' she said. But the poor
sick mother was too feverish to
Then, indeed, MNina felt that
everything was wrong.
'Christmas time ! Christmas
time!' repeated the poor woman,
talking more to herself than to
he- child ; 'and Christmas used to
be so happy.
At this Mina crept closer to her
mother's bed. Yes, in two days
Christmas would come. She had
looked forward to it so. Sheo had
Im hopea se would find ir> her
stocking a wax doll with blue
eyes, and a candy basket full of
sugar plums, at least; but she
should not care for them if her
poor mother were so sick.
-Child ! go to the old doctor,'
said the mother. 'Go tell him to
come quickly ! I must be made
well if he can do it! Go! Go !'
Mina put on her hood and ran
away. The good old German
doctor came back with her, and
felt his poor country woman's
pulse, and wrote a prescription,
and patted little Mina on the
bead, and bade her take care of
her mother. But the child tookj
nearly all the small purse con
tained to pay for the powders he
had ordered, and though she
watched by her mother's bed all
day the mother grow worse. She
lay tossing to and fro, talking of
'It was Christmas time when I
ran away with your father,' she
said with the quick speech of
fever. 'Mv father did not like
him, nor my mother either; so we
ran away and were married. We
came to this country in a great
ship. We were very happy until
he died. Mina, do you remember
how good he was to us last!
Christmas ? Ahb, only for you,
only for leaving you, my little
girl. it would seem best for me'
that I am going to him.
'Christmas! Oh, in Germany,
at home .in Germany,. we always
had a Christmas tree, and we.sat
tngether in the parlor, and the
window lifted and St. Nicholas
came in. He gave us toys and
gifts of all sorts. We were glad,
and yet frightened. Our wooden
shoes were set in a row on the
hearth at night. In each we found
some gift. Such a supper! danc
ing ! music !
'I wonder whether my old fa
ther is dead; whether my old mo
ther lives ; whether they forgive
She wept, but little Mina sat
thinking. She thought of Santa
Claus-old St. Nicholas, the good
Christmas friend of all good
children-he would come down
the chimney, or in at the window,
with any gifi he pleased. Surely,
f he was so good to her mother
when she was a little girl, be
would remembei her now that
she was sick. But bow was he to
know ? He could, if be pleased,
give her mother plenty of money.
f that she felt certain. But how
was one to find him ?
'Mother,' she said, 'w here does
Santa Claus live ?'
The poor mother was fast
'What did you ask ?' she said,
dreamily. 'Where he lives ? Oh,
I do not know.'
'But he could do anything, give
anyting he chose ?' asked Mina.
'Yes,' said the feverish woman,
'yes-yes; tel! him to give me ice
-nice, cold, glittering ice-to
cool me head-ice, ice.'
'Oh, I will get you some ice,
mother,' said MNina. 'I will go to
the grocer's and get some.'
She took a bowl from the closet
and a penny from the old purse,
and ran Lut of the room, shutting
the door softly behiad her.
There was a grocery in the
lower part of the house, and she
went into it and up to the coun
ter. A rosy-faced Dutch boy gave
her the ice, and he looked so
good-natured 'that she asked him
'Do you know where Santi
Claus lives?' she said.
The boy scratched his head.
'Yes-he libs in Germany,' he
Mina's heart leaped high.
'Biddy-little Biddy Flynn,'
she called to a child passing the
door, 'will you take this bowl of
ice up to my mother, and give
her somie and stay by her until I
come back.' I'll only be gone a
Good-natured little Biddy took
the bowl and ran up stairs, and
Mina ran down the streets that
she kn3ew led to the river, as fast
as her feet could carry her. She
ad two cents in her pocket, and
thought thbat would pay her fare.
A sailor was standing near a
fruit stand. Mina looked up into
his round, brown face with con
'Mr. sailor,' she said, 'will you
tell me which of those ships go to
'Why, that one yonder, m) it
tie, lass,' pointing to one over
which the German flag floated.
But Mina thought he meant. the
little ferry-boat that ran to Wee
'Thank you,' she said, and flew
'way. A bell 'was ringing ; she
hurried past the ferry-house,
dropping her two cents into the
hand of the ferry-master, and the
boat was off the next moment.
It did not take long to cross the
river, and Mina went on shore
and looked about. A great, good
natured looking man sat smoking
his pipe at the door of a shoe
Mina went up to him and said!
'Please, sir, will you tell me
where 1r. Santa Claus lives ?'
'Mr. Santa Claus?' said the
man, in broken English. 'Vell,
1 do not know-does he keep
shop or work at a trade ? You
tell me vot he is, den maybe I re
'Don't you know: I tho'ight
every one know Mr. Santa Claus.'
said Mina. '1[o--he makes toys
for little children.'
'So !' said the German ! 'So.
Yas. I know. Go up dis street
and along to the next corner, den
you see a little gate. Behiud dat
you find de man dot makes toys
fbr de children.'
Mina said that she was mueb
obliged. She felt that people
were amiable in Germany, and
her hopes rose high. She follow
ed her old German's direction and
soon came to a high fence. There
was a gate in it. She lifted the
latch and opened it, and before
her was a low,. brown house. Soft
ly she crept up to the window.
Yes, yes, she had found Santa
Caius at last. There, before the
fire, sat a little fat old man, with
white hair and rosy cheeks, hard
at wvork with a turning lathe. An
old woman, as rosy as he was,
was gluing pieces of wood togeth
er with a brush-toy chairs, tables,
bedsteads, wagons, milk-maids,
jointed dolls; and at a table sat four
little girls painting away at the
finished toys with the brightest
cors. Oh ! this was delightful,
and Santa Claus and his wife look
ed so kind !
Mina knocked on the door.
Some one cried, 'Herein,' and
She stood at the threshold and
dropped the litte courtesy her
mother had taught her, and said :
'Please, Mr. Santa Claus, I want
to speak to you particularly, it
is about Christmas.'
'So !' cried the old gentleman
and trulv he was a German
rising. 'But what did you call
me, little one ?'
'Mr. Santa Claus,' said Mina.
'I've been looking for you all day,
and poor mother is so sick. That
is w by 1 want to see you. You
used to come in at the window on
Christmas eve when she lived in
Germany, and you always put
something in her shoe, and now
she cannot earn money because
she is sick. I want you to come
down the chimney and put enough
in her stocking to last until she is
well, for father is (dead, and we
ae nobody who cares for us.
And you-oh ! you are so good,
always going over the roofs on
Christmas eve, and giving pres
ents to every body.'
'The child thinks you arc Santa
Claus,' whispered the old German
woman in her husband's ear. 'Oh,
how like she is to our little Mina,
do you not see ?'
'Do you speak German, child ?'
said the old mau.
'Yes,' said Mina, 'it is my mo
ther's language. Yes, I speak it
'And what is your name ?' asked
the old gentleman.
'Mina Hoffman,Mr. San ta Claus,
f you please.' replied Mina.
The old woman caught her hus
'Be quiet, he quiet,' whispered
the old man. 'It is a common
'And how (did you think of corn
ing here, my little maiden ?'
'Becauen youwmr so good.
said Mina. 'To-day mother cried
and told me how pleasant it used :
to be in Germany; and oh, Mr.
Santa Chvs. you must know
whele her father and mother are.
She said she ran away from them;
and I know she thought it was
naughty-only what could she do
if they wouldn't let father come <
'Ians, Hans, it is our daughter!' i
cried the old woman. -What was 1
the name of your mother's father?' s
'It was Ansen, Mrs. Santa Claus,'
said Mina. d
The old lady began to cry. She
caught the child in her arms and s
kissed her fondly.
'Oh, good Mrs. Santa Claus you c
will ask Mr, Santa Claus to help d
mother won't you ?' pleaded Mina. t
But now the old couple took her t
by the hands and led her away to an a
inner room, where the old lady rum- r
aged in the drawer of a little bureau h
and brought out an old-fashioned t
'See, child,' she said. 'Don't this s
look like any one you know ?'
'It looks like mother,' cried Mina, h
'only-only not so old.'
'It is enough,' said the old gentle
man. 'Child, God has sent you. I
am not Santa Claus. I am only an (
old toy-maker, working here in Wee t
hawken-in a strange country to
which I came ;from my fatherland.
But my dear, I am your grandfather,
and this is your grandmother. We
came to America to look for our
daughter when we heard she was a
widow, but we could not find her.
Now we are going to go and take care
of her. We will go with you. And
again I say. God sent you.'
So in a few moments Mina and
her grandparents were on their way
across the ferry.
It was late in the afternoon when
they climbed the stairs of the tene
ment house. Then the old people
waited outside in the entry, and Mina 1
went into the poor half-furnished
room and found little Biddy Flynn
still waiting patiently.
'What happened ye, Mina ?' she
asked. 'The mother has bccn fret
ting for you.'
-Oh ! my child 1 I am nearly
frightened to death !' sobbed the poor
'Mother!' cried Mmna. 'Oh, mo
ther ! I went to Germany to find San
ta Claus-for we never needed him
so much. But it was not Germany,
and I did not find him; but-oh,
mother-I found grandfather and
'Mother ! Father!l' cried the poor1
woman ; and the next instant they
rushed and had her in their arms.
So Mina had a merry Christmas
after all; and ;you may be sure that
her mother got well, and that Santa
Claus did not forget her.
TIIE HAPPY CIIIsTMAS P1E
UNION.-On Christmas it is custo
mary for all the members of a
family to collect and unite in mer
ry making, feasting and otherwise
enjoying themselves. With what
mingled emotions of joy and sor
row are these happy reunions
looked back upon in after years
by participants thinking of those
dear ones now, perhaps, separated
from them forever.
Let us make a Christmas pie
ture: The sleighride to the house,
the welcome at the door,the bounit
eous feast with accompanyingjokes
and humor, the stories, games
and other pastimes that follow,
the unveiling of the children's
Christmas tree in the evening,
and finally the farewell for the
Then there is the jolly mys
tery of faimous 01ld 'Kris Kringle,'
who comes in his sleigh drawn by
reindeer, over the tops of houses,
pops down the chimneys, never
spoiling with soot the pretty
things he brings, to stuff full the
row of stockings that hang from
the mantel. Let us imagine for
an instant the little, rosy, laugh.
ing. happy faces that peep) into
these stockings in the morn
and shout gleefully as each tr-eas-I
ure is brought to light.
Christmas has many happy
memories to set against the sad
onesi that tell of loss of time and
A Ti4ur. FisrE )JAN'S CIRIST
4As.-Oh ! but he was a tight
istod hand at the grindstone.
crooge ! A squeezing, wrenching
rasping, clutcihing, covetous old
inner ! the colc within him
roze in his old features, nipped
is poiuited nlose, shriveled his
heck ; made his eyes red, his lips
lue, and spoke out shrewdly in
IS grating % _ice. He carried his
aw tenperature always about
vith him; he iced his office in dog
ays ; and didn't thaw it out one
egree at Ciriitmas.
Once upon a time, old Scrooge
at busy in his counting-house.
Io could hear the people in the
ourt outside go wheezing up and
own, stamping their feet upon
be pavement stones to warm
hem. The fog came pouring in
,t every chink and keyhole, and
ras so dense without that the
ouses opposite were mere phan
'A merry Christmas, uncle ! God
ave you !' cried a cheerful voice.
'Bab !' said Scrooge. 'Hum
'Christmas a humbug, uncle !
Jon don't mean that, I am sure ?'
'I do,' said Scrooge. 'Merry
)hristmas! What right have you
o be merry ? You're poor enough.'
'Come, then,' returned the ne
)hew,'what right have you to be
lismal ? You're rich enough.'
'What else can I be when I live
n such a world of fools as this ?
)ut upon merry Christmas! If I
,ould wish my will every idiot
vho goes about with 'Merry
Thristmas' on his lips should be
)oiled with his own-.pudding and
)uried with a stake of holly run
,hrough his heart. Keep Christ
nas in your own way and let me
<ee) it mine.'
He who said, 'Suffer little children
:o come unto me' was the great
ounder of the gladsome feast of
.hristmas, and it is in His honor that
re uphold the feast and gladden the
acarts of the little ones he loved so
learly. It is a pleasure, a holy pleas
ire to make their smiles bright er,
~heir laughter cheerier and more
nusical. Let us 'all, then, properly
elebrate Christmas Day.
Happy, happy, happy Christmas,
hat can win us back to the delusions
>our childish days; that can recall
o the old man the pleasures of his
routh ; that can transport the sailors
mnd travelers thousands of miles awiy,
>ack to his own fireside and his quiet
'Mamma,' said the little one,
do you know what you are going
o0 give me for Christmas ?' 'Why,
res,' said the mother, 'of codrse I
Inow.' 'Well, for mercy's sake,
iou't tell me,' responded .the puss
with great vehemence.
How time changes, exclaims an
ixchange. In the good Old Tes
sament days it was considered a
miracle for an ass to speak, and
now nothing short of a miracle
will keep one quiet.
Young man, don't hesitate at this
boliday season of the year to be lavish
with your means in buying presents
for your parents. At such a time
and in such a cause no one will blame
you for being the Prodigal Scn.
The small boy now puts in
eight hours a day flattening his
nose against the windows of con.
fectionery and toy stores.
It is said that a child born on
Christmas will always hate tur
key and goose, and lean towards
codfish and bacon.
Thbe man who takes unto him
self a wife on Christmas eve will
be sure to have well-filled stock
Hose more despised by little
children than the man who takes
no stockin' Santa Claus ?
Cbtistmas is the anniversary of
dyspepsia's fowlest conspiracy
As the Christmas tree is bent
so is the youthful heart made
The muss that children are
.anin togt into-Christmus.