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New Year Customs. i On one of the seven bills of Rome there is a spot where it is said St. Peter 1 was crucified, and over this spot is built a little temple in bis honor. The bill upon which Is reared this temple M named after Janus and called Janic ulura changed In these later days to Montorio. or Gold mountain. Janus founded a city, and after his death he became a god in the popular fancy. To bint were dedicated temples for heathen worship. He waa the god of the sea sons, and is generally represented with two faces the one dark and gloomy, as an emblem of the history of past agea; the other bright and smiling, as a sym bol of a promising future. Sometimes four faces are used, representing the four seasons of the year. In his hand he holds as many rods as there are months In the year, one of which bears bis name- January. The templea erected to him bad four doors and three windows each. The doors represented the seasons and the windows the three months in each season. Pictures of Janus are frequently used in decorat ing New Tear cards, stories and maga inea. As Rome gave the name to the first month In the calendar year, so Rome also gave the custom of making pres ents on the first day of the year strenne, as they are called in Italian. A 'very Innocent little pastime it was In the beginning, but in these days of modern Ideas It has eipanded and Is expanding until now the most valu able and elaborate gifts are used as an exchange of friendly sentiment Thers was a goddess whose name was Strer a. She was the patron of youth, health and strength, and the temple wherein ahe resided was surrounded by gardens containing plants possessing hygienic and health-giving properties. The verbena was considered, above all others, to possess the necessary attri butes for restoring and preserving health, and therefore no Roman house hold waa without this plant In Its win dow gardens, on its versndas and wherever plants could be grown. So gVeetly waa It valued that It was given as a prise at tournaments of strength to the victor, who ususlly presented It to his promised wife. Thus was Inau gurated the custom of giving gifts at the New Tear. The modest little "strenna" of verbena was the source of a custom that has developed to such proportions thst no limit Is now put upon the fancr or purse of thoss who wish to express their affection in this tray. Flowers, fruit and confections fol lowed the verbena aa time passed, and these In turn gave placs to gifts cf gold and stiver and jewels. Then followed many abuses, for, once started, the tide waa not easily turned. Newly elected consuls. In order to gain the public fa vor, were accustomed to rids through the streets New Tsar's dsy throwing money to the people. Then the accusa tion arose that men of wealth were elected Instead of men of worth. Poli tical bribery satins ss old as the world. Tber were quarrels and bitter denun rlatlons until it became necessary to pass a law forbidding the practice. An ither meretricious habit derived from the strenna, and one which lasts to the present dsy, was that of superiors In jfflce exacting tithes from their Infert trs. It is related that the Emperor Au gustus uaed to disguise himself and go itmm n New Year's eve becains a itrenns from every one he met This however, may have been simply a di version, as even kings experience en nui In their lofty positions. Occasionally to-day one will see large -horns on each side of the principal en trances of old castles and palaces In Italy. These were plated there in old n times for each one passing to plsce present within. Appropriate presents were doves for young girls, cakes for jld people and stuffed birds and snl sxsls snd medals with mottoes on them, ilmllsr to modern Christmas cards. On in old New Tear medal recently found were the words "8. P. Q. R. U. A. T. 9. -Optimo Prlnctpl" (the senate snd the people of Rome wish a bsppy year to the good prince). Before the days of regular salaries (or school teachers It wss the custom for pupils on the first day of ths year to present the master with a rod of gold of a slxe according to their means tnd he in turn gave them a kiss. The Saxons kept the festival of the New Tear with feasting and the pres entation of gifts to each other. The gifts presented by Individuals were suited to sex. rank, situation and cir cumstances. An orange stuck with cloves was a common present. Olovas were customary New Tear gifts. They were formerly a more expensive article than at present and occasionally a sum of money was given Instead, which was railed "glove money." When plus were Invented snd brought Into use about the beginning of t'ue 16th century they were a New Year's gift very acceptable to ladles, and money given for the pur chase of tbem was called "pin-money." Pins were previously made of boxwood bone and silver for the richer c Those used by the poor were of mon wood in fact, skewers. An old Roman superstition connect ed with Niw Year'a day was to read the future by listening to the song of birds and watching their flight, lo note the neighing of horse and bellowing of oxen, there being n"rous signs and syn. Is connected with escb, to show thai er one will live through the cci .Ing year, be married or remain single --come r' h or poor. Some asade a lof.f rf-'. i nd read their future fro.. ". It roe out of the oTen whiu ica. ,jLt sBS'Mfe would f? . h t ie bread waa bee ry and soduea tuci thers was to be sickness snd misfortune. This cus tom Is still kept up, more or less, only loaf is now a cake, with the written upon It, instead of bread. An other old custom that Is still practiced is to give a supper on New Tear's eve. But until the midnight hour sounds there is neither Are nor light, and ab solute silence prevails. At the sound of the midnight stroke the house was suddenly Illuminated and aU ths bells and musical Instruments In ths house are sat going. Every one talks, sings and shouts "Evlva!" Than every one counts all the silver he possesses. No gold Is shown, for that would bring bad luck. This belief that gJSWt brings good luck Is very old. It ic among the Chinese, however, thst New Year's day Is celebrated aa the greatest hotldsy of ths year. It Is the only Sunday In the entire Chinese year and the people lay off work, put on their best clothes. If they have any (new, if possible), snd rejoice snd cele brate fire crackers, give presents wrapped In red paper, call upon their friends, pay all their debts, take a bath (the only one in the year), and enjoy themselves In the greatest possible degree. They are compelled to pay their debts on this day or go Into bankruptcy, and It la a bad day for the debtor In China for the creditor can enter his houae and help himself to anything be wants. Red the most brilliant and gorgeous red possible Is over everything. Lit tle signs with figures snd symbols on their doors, red wrapping paper about their presents, and even eggs are paint ed red and offered to their gods. At night the air is red with the fire from burning crackers used to scare away the devils of misfortune snd bad luck far the coming year. They sit up all night for there la a superstition that ths one who for ten successive years sees the sun rise New Year's morning will have a long life. A peculiar cus tom is that of the children running through the streets offering their small vices for ssle In order that they may start ths year with a clean record. "I wsnt to sell all my little lies," they cry: or, "I want to sell my stealing habits"; or, "Who wants to buy my vanity, my selflsbnesa snd my bad tem per?" Whether they ever tnd purchas ers Is not known. THE WAY OF THC WORLD. There grew in my garden a lovely lily. That I watched and guarded with tender cars Prom lu first up-sprlnaiag to full un folding. 7sJ And the purs whits Siosout wondrous fair. , A low wall circled my tiny garden. Hiding my treasure from prying eyes, Rut ever the blue skies arched sbove her And the south wind kissed her with loving sighs. And surely the south wind brought a siage ( From the prince's father over the wall. And my darling listened and burled the secret Deep in her heart beyond recall. For, once aa I walked about my gar den, That flaunting prince's feather leaned over the wall. And my fair white Illy bant before him Her queenly head so stately and tall. And I, as ssdly I watched and listened In jealous anger and heart-sick pain, I heard her murmur with sweet insist ence, "I know that you love me, but tell me again." Ah, wall, s-dsy. My tiny garden -Holds now no treasure, but, over the wall There, by the aide of the prince's feather. Blooms a wLlte lily stately and tall. KMatA si. ROB1SON. WHAT DOES IT MATTER? It matters little where I wss born. Or if my parents were rich or poor. Whether they shrank at ths colt world's scorn, Or wslked In the pride of wealth se cure. But whether I live an honest man. And hold my Integrity Arm In my clutch, 1 tell you, brother, plain as I am. It matters much! It matters little how long I stay In a world of sorrow, sin and care; Whether in youth I am called away, Or live till my bones and pats are bare. But whether I do the beat I can To soften the weight of adversity's touch On the faded cheek of my fellow man, It matters much! It matters little where be my grave. Or on the land or on the sea, By purling brook or 'neath stormy wave. It matters tittle or naught to me. But whether at death Ood'e angel calm Doth mark my brow with this loving touch. As one that shall bear the victor's palm. It matters much! From the Swedish. Qaestkmable I omplim. -at. De Vers I heard a compliment for you today. Miss Antique Indeed! What was ItT De Vere Young Chapman aays you carry your years welL Town Topics. The Gratr Faturar. "I should think." she said, sympa thetically, to the young man who acts, "that vou would get tired of savin; the same thin?; over snd over." "No." he answered, with pensive Bad ness, "it Isn't that that makes us tired. It's hearing the same thing over and over when we ask for the salary that never came." Washington Star. HOW THE SHERIFF WON. Thought I'd gallop tn ths Office looked so hearty. Sorter hankered fer the placo SaW so ter my party. Sheriff he'd been In so long. Rodin' in the clover. Voters got ter talkin' strong Thought they'd haul him over. 'Course, I bad ter lectloneer (Voters come by seekln'), Read the sheriff's title clear, Meet him at the speakln'. Old man did bis level beat (Every speech wus tellln'!) Rolled my sleeves up Jerked my the voters yellln'! When he'd talk I'd call him down Every time I'd pin him. Till be seen thst, Held an' town, Campaign wux ag'in him! But endurin' of the race CPeared like I wus winner.) Speakln' nigh the sheriff's place, Axed me In ter dinner! Then the trouble come tor shore! Took a drink o' water Some one standln' In the door "This here Is my daughter!" Gent it-men! I give a look Talk erbout yer cherries J Faces In a pictur' book Peaches an' strawberries My! but they wus nothln' like With tbem ribbons on her; Sorter felt the llghtnin' strike Knowed I wux a goner! Clean fergot my campaign speech Sorter knocked me ailly; Cheeks aa rosy as a peach, Thar she stood a lily! Well! ths sheriff told a joke Talked erbout the weather. Finally went out ter smoke Left us tbsr tergether. Thsr I sot! That party face Stings o" conscience gtvin'; Ms a -ma kin' of a race Fer her father's llvln'! filch bright eyes an' dimple cheeks Eyes that seemed complslnln'! (Wouldn't meet In forty weeks Slch a sight campaigning) "'list's the use ter beat erbout? v mpalgns ain't no funnln'; I decided I'd draw out Leave the sheriff runnln'! Never did like politics! Come without my seekin' Spendin' five dsys out o' six 'Roun' the country, speakln'! Told the voter fur an' nigh, Sheriff he would win it . When good men's In office, why Better keep em in it! Aa' the sheriff stemmed the tide; (Always thought he orter!) We jest swapped! I'm satis fied With the sheriff s daughter! Frank L Stanton, in Chicago Times Herald. f I cacnHc nf a rKmotmii Tm r ft I l-V i wwS C WWW WWW WW WW E A R L T every Christian nation claims the honor of having given to the world the cus tom of ths Christ mas tree. Yet its origin Is so ob scure that no man may rightly ssy whence or where the besutlful usage began. A Scandi navian myth of great antiquity speaks of a "service tree" sprang from the blood-drenched soil where two lovers had been killed by violence In their In nocence. At certain nights In ths Christmas season mysterious lights were seen flaming In Its branches that no wind could extinguish, says New York Herald. The French have their legend as well. In a romance of the thirteenth century the hero finds a gigantic tree whose branches are covered with burning candles, some standing erect, and oth ers upsids down, and on the top the vision of a child, with a halo around his curly head. Ths knight ssksd the Pope for an explanation; he declared that the tree undoubtedly represented mankind, the child the Savior, and the candles good and bad human beings. Wolfram von Elchenbach, the famous minstrel, sings of a prevailing custom of welcoming guests with branches or namented with burning candles. One tale bestows the honor upon Mar tin Luther. One Christmas eve, travel ing alone over the snow covered coun try, the sky, with its thousands of glit tering stars, made such a deep impres sion upon the reformer that after hav ing arrived at home he tried to explain it to bis wife and children. Suddenly an Idea suggested Itself to him. He went into the garden, cut off a little fir tree, dragged It Into the nursery, put some candles on its branches snd light ed them. The most beautiful legend is of Ger man origin and comes from that border land of history between pagan and Christian days. " Harken, ye sons of the forest! No blood shall flow this night aave that which pity b? drawn from a mother's tvr th'a t he hlrth nivht nf the white Christ, the son of the ;;. Father, the Savior of mankind. Fairer la he than Baldttr the Beautiful, great er than Odin the Wise, kinder Chan Freya the Good. Since he has cote sacrifice Is ended. The dark Thor. on whom ys have vainly called, Is dead. Deep ia the shades of Niffelheim he is lost forever. And now on this Christ night ys shall begin to live. This blood tree shall darken your land no more. In the name of the Lord I will destroy If "He grasped the broad ax from the band of Gregor, and, striding to ths oak, began to hew against It Then the sole wonder in Wlnfrid's life eame to pass. For, aa the bright blade circled above his head, and the flakes of wood flew from the deepening gash in the body of the use, a whirling wind passed over ths forest. It gripped the oak from its foundation. Backward It fell like a tower, groaning as it split asunder In four pieces. Bui just be hind it, and unharmed by ths ruin, stood a young fir tres, pointing a green spire toward the stars, "Wlnfrid 1st the ax drop, and turned to speak to the people: " This little tree, a young child of the forest shall be your holy tree to night It Is the wood of peace, for your houses are built of the fir. It Is the sign of an endless life, tor its leaves are ever green. See how it points up ward to heaven. Let thla be called the tree of the Christ-child; gather about it. not In the wild wood, but in your own homes; there it will shelter no deeds of blood, but loving gifts and rites of kindness.' "So they took the tree from its place and carried it in joyous procession to the edge of the glade and laid It on one of the sledges. The horse tossed his head and drew bravely at his load, as If the new burden had lightened It. When they came to the village Alvold bade them open the doors of his great hall and set the tree in the midst of it." Historically the Christmas tree can only be traced back to the sixteenth suddenly appears in Strassburg. A val uable authentic manuscript of 108, by a Strassburg burgher, now In a private collection in Friedberg, Hessen, de scribes the holidays very much sa we are used to celebrate them. The man uscript of a book entlUed "The Milk of catechism," by the Strassburg theo logian, Danhauer, mentions the same aubject .n a similar way. During the next J00 years the Christmas tree could only be met along the Rhine, when sud denly, at the beginning of this century, the habit spread all over Germany, and fifty years later had conquered the world. The first description of a Christmas tree in modern literature Is to be found in "The Nut-cracker." a fairy tale, by Fougue and Hoffmann. In 1850 the Christmas tree waa in troduced by Queen Caroline Into Mun ich. At the same time it beat its path through Bohemia into Hungary, where it became fashionable among the Mag yar aristocracy. In 1840 ths Duchess Helena of Or leans brought It to ths Tuileries, but It took many years before it became pop ular In France. Empress Eugenic also patronised It, but by the middle class It w is still considered an Intruder of Alsatian origin. In 1860 the German residents of Paris could procure a Christmas tree but with the greatest difficulty. However, nine years later they were regularly sold in the mar ket In 1870 the German army cele brated Christmas in ths city of Notre Dame, and to-day Paris uses 60,000 trees esch year, of which only about the fourth part are bought by Swiss, Germsns. or Alsatians. The French plant the entire tree, with its root in a tub, so as to be able to preserve the tree until New Tear, when It la "plun dered." Also London became acquainted with the habit through the royal palace. The Prince Consort brought It to St Jsmes and It was quickly sdopted by the no bility and well-to-do cltlsens. Also in other English cities it is frequently met with, though In a different manner. Im mediately after dinner a little flr tree Is handed about the table, with a pres ent of the hoet to each guest. Scotch and Irish children know but little of the enjoyment a CLrlstmas tree is sure to bring. At the beginning of our century the custom waa entirely unknown In Scan dinavia though they used to ornament their thresholds with flr tree branches. On the Islands Dago and Worms the inhabitants put five little candles on every branch of the Christmas tree, which is known to them almost aa long as to the Straesburger. In America it has been Introduced snd quickly spread by the sturdy Ger man emigrant, and of late yeara has become s universal custom. AtONE. Since she went home Longer the evening shadows linger here. The winter days Oil so much of the year, And even summer winds are chill and drear. Since she went home. Since she went home The robin's note has touched a minor strain. The old glad songs breathe a and re frain. And laughter sobs with hidden, bitter pain. Since she went home. Since she went home How still the empty rooms her pres ence blessed; Untouched the pillows that her dear head pressed: My lonely heart bath nowhere for its rest. Since she went home. Since she went home The long, long days have crept away like years, ilie sunlight has bee& uniuaed with doubts and fears. Ana the dark nights have rained tn lonely tears. Since the went home. Robert J. Burdetta wwwwwwwwwwwi The Christmas Rose. dwwwwwwwwwwww "The Christmas rose!" And the hol ly snd the mistletoe. In the pride of their evergreenness which has gar landed the years of all ages and climes, looked with disdainful wonder and dis approval at the modest Mine Christ mas rose, which fair Anger had Inter twined among the sinuous, glossy green foliage and scarlet white be -rles of a Christmas wreath. "The Christmas rose!" And Oie hol ly rustled Its shiny-toothed leaves so angrily at ths little Intruder that one of Its sharpest points pierced the tender heart of the Christmas rose, and It felt that it was dying. As it lay quiver ing In agony It heard the proud boast ing of the haughty evergreens and trembled st the scornful glances which they bestowed upon the humble little Christmas flower. For they boasted a lineage dipping back Into the darkness of pagan antiquity. "I why, I have verdured the winters of ages," said the holly. "1 have known all climes, all religions. In my hardi ness and strength I have wreathed my shining lesves and bright red berries round columns and pillars which long since have fallen Into ruins and crumb led away. I have trailed my enduring beauty through centuries, which have lo?g since cycled Into their past tense. I hsve decorated the altars of all relig ions with my brightness the pagan temples of the ancient sun worshipers, the temples of the Greek god Jove, the temples of the Roman Saturn. I was baptized Into Christianity in ths blood of the early Christians and my scarlet berries took on a ruddier hue. I was at one time both pagan and Christian, bedecking the pagan festivities of ths Romans and at the same time screen ing with my thick clustering branches the worship of the Christians. "I oh, I am enduring; one of the earth's Indlepensablea; a citlten of the world; a cosmopolitan of the universe! "Even you," and he turned to the lovely, pale mistletoe, "even you can not boast such world-wide popular ity r In the heart of the mistletoe aroae the mighty Celtic pride of ancestry; arose the mysticisms of the olden Druid days of sncient Wales, and In lofty scorn ahe replied: "Although In modern thought I have been associated chiefly with Christmas festivities and kisses, yet among my kinsmen, the an cient Celts, I have ever been held sa cred; the mystical plant of the Druids snd the principal object of their vener ation; and when clinging to an oak, I was prized beyond rubles and pearls. "I am Christmas evergreen now, but in the olden dsys my gala day was New Tear's Day, when the great Druidical festival of the Welsh waa celebrated. My cutting was the most solemn relig ious rlts of the year. On this occa sion the ancient Druids, habited in their white robes, wearing long beards and carrying wands, walked In solemn procession toward the oak on which I, the mystic plant was growing. One of them ascended into the tree, snd cut my clinging branches with a golden knife, while another stood below to catch me as I fell. And then," and she lifted her white berries in great pride, "and then two milk-white bulls were sacrificed in my honor, and great feast ing and rejoicing were held In wor ship of the mystic mistletoe," and she looked with utmost complacency at the holly, and cast a withering glance at the shrinking Christmas rose. "While you," turning to the holly, "have pleas ed the eye of man with your beauty, I have given pleasure to his heart. How many times have my branches thrilled, and my berries trembled with the shock of thst sweetest kiss, given under my magic boughs? I have been at once the peril and delight of beauty; and the golden opportunity of chival ry; and in the heart of both have I been frequently blessed," and with an air of supreme satisfaction thst she bad been Instrumental in creating hap piness she ceased speaking. Tea, they were both aristocrats! And they turned a look of such calm dis dainful scrutiny upon the now thor oughly humbled Christmas rose that it blushed rosily In its humiliation; and to this day It has retained Its modes ty ar.d pink tips of its blushing petals. And seeing its timidity they scorn fully questioned its right to mingle itl loveliness with their leaves and ber ries: snd the Christmas rose breathed forth its longings to become a Christ mas evergreen. "It was so chill and dark in the earth's bosom; but one day a great trembling came upon the earth, and In the fissure sbove my bead I saw the golden light; and the light drew me ever toward it, until at last I had left my dark hiding place and looked upon the fair white world; and I heard the singing of carols, which they told me were Christmas carols, and I heard the words Christ, nd 'meek and lowly,' and somehow I was not afraid to be abroad In the world; for it seemed then to be filled with gentleness snd the spirit of iove. And my heart opened to the beauty and love of life and 1 gave to the cnristmas time a cur white flower; and one day a Christian poet read in my blooming, my heart's desire to be a Christmas flower and add my share to the Christmas joyousness. and with loving Angers he took me up and twining me through your hardy branches he smilingly saluted me 'Fair Christmas rose!" and I was proud and happy, but now" and the wounded rose shook with sobs and cries. And the proud holly and haughty mistletoe were touched, and catching the words "Christ" and "meek and lowly." they, remembering the lowliness of the Son of Man, repented of their harshness aid scorn ; and softly caressing the lit tle Christmas rose, they adopted her into their wreaths, and gave her a joj -ous mission to bloom for Christmas time! And the Christmas rose became one with the holly and mistletoe. r Although church bells at aU times speak to the heart and interpret Ka moods, sad or joyful, perhapr none speak as forcibly as the midnight chimes which usher in the glad New Year. The reason of this may be ac counted tor in a measure by the tact that at such an hour people stop to meditate, and they allow the sentiment of the season, to take possession of their thoughts, says the Christian Standard. While there are those In every com munity whose natures are so repose ful and meditative as to listen to the ringing of the bells, the majority, we fear, at least In this land of ours, are in large part devoid of much sentiment, so crowded are their lives with mater ial interests. But when abroad one Is touched over and over again by the sound of bells. The oft-heard exclam ation, "Hark, hear the bells," suggests at once that a subtle human feeling Is accorded even to meta' when tn the form of a bell. One does not forget amid his many memories of foreign lands the delightful sound of the church bells In England, Scotland and Wales, not only In the cities, but in the quiet villages and retired country places; nor how worshipful and rever ential the people seem as they respond to the call and wend their way to the churches. Familiar to us all is that exquisite picture ol Millet, In which he has por trayed e Ith marvelous beauty the wor shipful tittitude of the peasants in the fields of sunny France, as. at the sound of the distant vesper bell, when "all the air a solemn stillness holds," thsy bow their heads reverently and lift their hearts at once to God and to heaven. Many a traveler journeying through Alpine passes, and slowly climbing the wonderful mountains, has listened with joy to the vesper bell of some little chapel perched far aloft on Alpine height, or in the shelter of some rocky point shielded from the wild and win try winds, ss it called in kindly tones to the peasants in the green valleys fsr below, and to the mountaineers above, to come at the twilight hour and listen to the chanting of sweet hymns and to words of comfort and cheer from the pastor. The deep and solemn tones of cathe dral bells seem to call the worshipers to a more formal stately service. As they enter the secret! edifice and stand with uncovered beads In attitudes of awe and reverence, listen to the notes of the organ aa they rise and All the vaulted arches, their hearts are often lifted above and far away from earth, and for a brief time they seem to breathe a heavenly atmosphere and live in a heavenly clime. Who that has lingered even for a few months In Italy, that land of sunshine and of song, can ever forget its bells and its chimes as they rung out in the clear air from hoary monasteries, Rs churchly cathedrals and Its matchless campaniles? Not alone at matins and at vespers, and many times a day, but often, too. In the still nights, the priests In the churches snd the monks In ths monasteries ring the uells, say over their prayers and call many a worn but credulous believer from his pallet to worship in those midnight hours. But of all bells In all climes, from those with silvery notes, which, in the fsr Orient, Aoat out from airy mina rets on the soft and languid air, to those which are harsh and unmusical, none have so forcible a language, or per haps, speak ao directly to the heart as the New Year chimes. As midnight draws near, and we watch with bated breath the last mo ments of the dying year which pass so slowly and so solemnly, how full Is the heart of the listener, and how with each stroke of the bell the experiences of the departing year come thronging to the mind. The joys which the year has brought to some, the sorrows which it has brought to others; the weary burdens which have been carried by some, or the help In the carrying of them which has come to others; the gladness over the birth of a dear child, or the bitter sorrow experienced in laying one away In the grave; the prosperity which has come to one, the adversity which has overtaken another; the opportunities for good which m vc been improved and have brought iHsaing to many during the year just closing, and the oppor tunities unimproved, and now gone for ever all these and more come throng ing to the minds of thousands claiming their thought in the last hour of tb departing year. It is not strange, therefore, that as the stroke of twelve rings out on the miduight air unusual feelings of solemnity should possess us and dispel every trivial thought Charles Lamb, in one of his charm ing essays has expressed, in those words, his sentiments on the New Year bells: "Of all sounds of all belle bells the music nlgheet bordering upon heaven most solemn and touching Is the peal which i lugs out the Old Year. I never hear it without a gathering up of my mind to a concentration of all the Images that have been diffused o"er the past twelve months; all I have done and suffered, performed or neglected, in that regretted time. I begin to know its worth as when a person dies. It takes a personal color." It Is indeed a relief to the tense nerves to hear directly after this sol emn peal the cheerful New Tear chimes with their voices of bona and encour agement, stimulating to new endeavor and inspiring high hopes of what we may possess and do and give in the year Just born. These bells thrill our hearts with joy and help us echo the lines of Te nnyson, when he sat: Ring out the old. ring tn the new. Ring happy bells, across the snow; The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring In the true "