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/ ljB | y 'it V y ~*¥t •'' r" Year! *•- *?8 summons clear, Message of hope, despair tq quell, Is borne upon your silvery swell. Ring, bells of cheer, across the snow Till with courage faint hearts glow. Hath friend seemed faithless, love grown cold? Hast lost that wand of magic, gold? Saddest of all, hath death snatched one Whose presence was to thee life’s sun? Yet look not back. The darkest cloud Hut serves an azure sky to shroud. Thy friend his fealty yet may prove, Love that eoidd change was never love, And folly ’twere lost wealth to mourn. While fickle fortune’s wheel doth turn, Grim death, though conqueror of clay, Bows to a mightier Conqueror’s swav. Thy loved one hath but crossed Time’s sea, To it 3 fair shore—Eternity. —Mary T. Safford, in Godey’s. THE HEART OF CHRISTMAS. How to Make the Holiday Just What It Ought to Be. Merry Christmas, friend! I do not mean especially that you shall have a merry Christmas as much as that you shall make it merry, by giving some one tvlio is out of the sunshine and in the shadow a generous slice of Christ mas cheer. Then your food will have something in its flavor it never had be fore—a rich, full cup of sunshine to warm the cockles of your heart. To begin with, you must believe in the Christinas Child that founded Christmas. If you find this hard to do. make believe as hard as you ever can and a special dispensation of belief will be measured out to you. And you must believe in Santa Claus, reindeer, roof-tree, chimney and all. If you have brought up your children on the prac tical plan and told the poor things that they needn't hang their stockings in the chimney corner, because there won' t be any Santa Claus, I am sorry for you. Just throw away that potato you carry in your pocket to keep off rheumatism —it is a much greater and more foolish superstition than Santa Claus. And that brings me to a story which 1 will write for the sake of illus tration: Farmer Hlank didn’t believe in Christmas nonsense in his house — wasn’t going to let his boys spend a cent for any such foolishness, not he! I>ut he did love those dear, little twins that made the sunshine of his house, only he loved his own big oted opinions more. lie had gone to the city a few nights before Christmas and his wife had asked him to buy some toys for the twins, and a few picture books and some oranges and candy to put in their stockings. Hut when he turned his horses’ heads homeward that night he had none of those things—he wasn’t going to spoil his boys. It was not late.but dark, when Farmer Hlank drove into his yard and saw a bright light in the barn. “Tim, the hired man,” thought Mr. Hlank. Hut no. lie looked through the win dow and this is what he saw: One of the twins was representing the babe in the manger. He was lying in the hay, dressed in a white night gown, his lovely eyes closed, his dear little hands clasped, and candles burning beside him, their flame within easy reach of the tons of hay that pressed down from above. TShe other twin was praying: “Please, (lod, make papa believe in Santa Claus, so he will come here Christmas like he does at other little bo3'i4’ houses —Amen.” The twins were awfully frightened when their father dashed into the barn, caught them up in his arms and carried them straight into the house before he returned to put out those in cendiary candles. The next day Farmer Blank went to town again, and he must have seen Santa (Taus and made it all right with him, for the stockings were filled to overflowing on Christmas morning. And the twins were not happier than the big foolish man who followed them about with tears in his eyes, and thanked God for the children, without whom it would have been a sorry Christmas.—Detroit Free Press. Wilkins Remembers His Cook. “Mary,” said Mr. Wilkins to his cook, “you have been a good and faithful servant to me, and I intend you shall be rewarded now that Christmas has come. You may use the telephone for ten minutes every Saturday afternoon during the holidays.”—Judge. i A HAPPY CHRISTMAS. Barents and Children Around the Glow in p: Yule-Lo#. The happiest Christmas days mail ever experiences are those on which his children are gathered around him enjoying the annual invitation of Santa isV;. M■' ' 1 " ;sji'ilijMS’i'ls!'(M' 11 ■ i|j t ! :fejSffipfiAsSsJiW-l'i!*! Sf Jg:* f ■'(iljhi,■!;l:4!■'' 'iff ft; ■ ‘ ■ ' ' r Ilf' • ' • " , • ‘ . . .1 ; ' I ' „ \ F®f a Jolly o@®<dl F<dE@Wo J? —^ Among all the jolly good fellows Who travel the wide world around. No fellow so good and so jolly As Santa Claus ever was found; Each Christmas he comes around promptly With goodies and gifts loaded down, His rosy old face always smiling And never defaced by a frown. ‘ Claus and the joys he brings to them ' in so many and sueh varied forms. My own life has been particularly happy in this respect, and although shadows intervene now between me and the place where the stockings used to hang I can look back upon those times with the perfect conviction that i at no period in my existence have I ex ' perienced such perfect joy as when I i could hear the prattle of many childish voices at peep of day—voices that were impatiently awaiting sunrise, longing ! eagerly for the fire to be lighted in the nursery, that they might spring from their beds and hasten to see what St. Nicholas had brought for their enjoy ment. There were six of those little folk born to us within ten years. As they Yes. Santa 's a jolly good fellow— At least so the little folk think, And were you to question the elders They’d surely agree—with a wink; The merry old saint is o’erflowing With love and a hearty good will. Each Christmas to him it’s a pleasure His little friends’ stockings to fill. stood in line, side by side, their little heads formed the stepladder to hap piness over which any father’s fancy might climb with that calm enjoyment which supersedes every other worldly pleasure. Every Christmas eve was a gala time in our house then. It was a delight to contemplate their eagerness and inno cence, to answer their multitudinous questions, to indulge them in their raptures of expectation, to administer ! to the fond fancies which arc all in all * to child life, all in all to the fathers and mothers of such children. It was no small task to induce the little ones to retire Christmas eve, but when at last they were asleep the joys that I experienced in playing the part of Santa Claus and in filling each little '‘O How nice it would be if Old Santa Could travel about through the day. And give folks a chance to behold him A-sailing around in his sleigh ; I’m sure they would greet him so warmly And keep him so long by the way He’d scarcely find time all his visits Among people’s chimneys to pay. stocking with longed-for toys were greater, I know, than any that can ever come to me again. Now, even though sadness is mixed with that precious season of the year, it will ever remain a glorious event to me, for with it comes the memory of the days that were. My own boyhood sinks to insignificance in the con templation of the happy faces, rosy cheeks, eager voices and light foot steps I have seen and heard around 1 m3’ own fireside among my own chil dren. The father and mother of a famil3 T should be the happiest people in the world at Christmas time, even though some of the merry voices may have been stilled by the changes which times invokes: but when the children But. then, that would spoil all the pleasure Of hanging up stockings at night And finding them full Christmas morning Before it is fairly daylight; I think, on the whole, it is better That Santa Claus keeps himself dark. Because, if he didn't, the children Might not think him up to the mark. Frank B. Welch. are all there, laughing, dancing, shouting, singing, running, stamping, blowing horns and whistles, and pounding drums, words utterly fail to depict the acme of happiness a parent feels; the heart falters and is dumb when joy such as this becomes its por tion. The happiest Christmas days I ever lived were with my own children, when 1 knew them to be happy.— Charles P. Crisp, in Chicago Tribune. —- | A maid beneath. J® And ohi she made *V JO I might get the kiss I woo * Vk_y Beneath the mistletoe. And now again The sweet refrain Of Christmas bells and carol's strains, Reminds us that the time is come When all the world again is young, And evergreens on high are hung Beneath the mistletoe. Ah, Rose, how sweet That we should meet When good old Christmas turns our feet To seek the dearest spot we know; For shelter from the blasts and snow We turn aside the world, and go Where hangs the mistletoe. Your cheeks are red, You droop your head; Ah! do you guess what I would beg? • No. not a kiss! —do you suppose 1 ought to dare ask for a- -Hose Beneath the mistletoe? —Mary Olive Emmons, in Boston Budget. IN SWITZERLAND. How the Hardy Mountaineers Observe the Hay. As in a majority of the continental nations of Europe the people of Switzer land celebrate New Year's rather than Christmas in a social way. The birth day of the Saviour is given over to religious observances by the older peo ple. In the churches masses are said and the usual midnigiit service ushers in the great day. For the little ones Christmas is a season for rejoicing'. The French, German and Italian speak ingl Swiss have all borrowed from the Germans the idea of the Christmas tree. It is lit up on Christmas eve and freighted with toys and sweets for the toddlers. But the older youths and maidens are overlooked and Christmas is strictly children’s day. On New Year’s the gift-making is in order and general hilarity is the order of the day. The schools are closed for a brief period and the families of Switzerland gather together about their firesides. A great dinner, to which the friends having no homes of their own to go to are invited, is the feature of the occa sion. Here in the western metropolis the Swiss follow the American custom .and make their presents on Christmas day and generally observe it as the princi pal holiday of the year. On New Year's they simply pay visits and give expression to their friendship and good will.—San Francisco Chronicle. A FEW TIMELY MAXIMS. Sayings Appropriate to the Merry Christ* urns Seasou. A flat purse means a stout Christmas tree. The small boy cannot be judged by his conduct on Christmas eve. There are no Christmas presents the tradesman gives with better grace than receipted bills. Give him a chance. We give our thanks on Christmas eve, For the gifts we think we re ’bout to receive. It's a foolish girl who gives her beau the mitten before Christmas. lietter a paid pork chop titan a fat turkey on tick. The man who quarrels with his wife on Christmas day is worse than a horse thief. Let him be anathema. Blessed are the babies on Christmas day; they can be put off with cheap candy. The head of the family expends many dollars on presents, and receives two handkerchiefs and a pair of mitts. Then is the time to be merry. A sealskin sacque makes a devout Christmas church-goer.—Puck. Too Common. Mr. Swelset—Let me see, Christmas is almost here. It comes on the 25th, doesn't it? Mrs. Swelset—l believe that is the date observed by the people generally, but it has become so common, don’t you know, that this year and hereafter I shall observe it a week earlier.—De troit Free Press. Space Enough. Turner Van Newleaf —That diary you sold me is not complete. I asked for a diary for the year, and this one has spaces for the mouth of January only. Salesman—Yes, sir; I thought you said it was for your wife.—Puck. Generous Man. Gargoyle—What are you going to give your wife fora Christmas present? Glanders —I thought I would give her : permission to go home and spend tin* I holidays with her mother.—Judge.