m .. tfftn^ sftotitd ittbftlt % tntffir, fldt Vtob elf in ,lJtift| 1 She offetetf !6 thts iellawittg day" tw Jnl pdi§ «! Bxh6fliing GMI' tb Sflbffiii to the will ot G6d with. Untif6 feSJgnitidfi. '*fhe taothef hfid n8* Idst all faoge, find Was retufnihf to her hotte IB a itlll mdfe desgahdlhg frame of mlftd tfafitt-tha't in which she tad quitted it; She walked oh as la fe dr'eani, scarcely a&tldhg the fa&i falllHt snow, while lo'nglflg'with aB intensity bofdfeflng dti agaay- tfcat sh6 might have been 'able 1 t6 pfbcure eveii a few commbn flowers. ' m i T was a stormy Christmas Eve, and the little town of Tromsoe was completely enveloped in the ermine mantle of mid-winter. Snow had been falling all day, and as »"' > ine nigni ap- Iprbached, large flakes Were still be"'"V, driven hither and thither by the ^•loua ,wlnd, which howled and roared 4n7the 'chimneys, shook the carefully JsJosVd windows, and died away in the instance like the last despairing wail fa', lost eoul. g itrl lri one of the most miserable houses |of!a wretched street, in the worst quar- |ter of the town, a woman by the dim gllght of a flickering candle watched be- .iide the sick-bed'of her last remaining She was weeping bitterly, but rove to stifle her sobs for fear of dis- , Vi ^ _ the fitful slumbers of the suf- Iterer; As the furious tempest shook dilapidated tenement, she trembled fSs if'she' already felt the dread presence fofjbe,Angel of Death. No Christmas pfagotj blazed on the miserable hearth, Ji|he happy voices of laughing children land kind friends had for her long been ptilled/and the cold, sorrow, and pov- |«rtyVliich.reigned within seemed but ij^counterpart of the desolation without. IBehind'the lowered curtains of the bed |«puld'be heard from time to time the "ijort cough t and labored breathing of ^child/who'at last, suddenly awaking, (raised herself on-her elbow, and Jo'pted across-the room, where, as in a ||r|sipn,''she again beheld the Christmas trees of-her earlier years, with their ".ccpmpaniihents of tapers, bon-bons, oys* and'golden stars,'gleaming amid i darkness of that somber room. She a^young.girl of twelve or fourteen and the sweet, pale face, . , , lthbugh in the last stage of emacia- ' ,,' still retained' traces of delicate yduthful beauty. P ? «Witli,her 'dying voice she still con- ued.to talk of the fete-days of long V'-when She was a rosy, healthy little fild, 'and 'her ^brothers and Bisters, ' Anton, Hilda and Bertha, around her with their pretty offerings; v whep her father on-his knee, and her mother Jang 'sweet Jullabys by her cradle. seemed far away. Eric and . fr father fiad perished in a shipwreck"; " by one, the others had fol-, r ^, -T. till death had left behind only jpe3|rim sisters, sickness and misertff m" "" ' '" " " ' . sole companions of the widow and> .remembrance of past aajf- pin«|fl had brought a strange light into ta*fi eye$, atod soon these 'childish jinjscences gave place to hope. She ?kf t)f th"e spring wiich would, bring cfc the birds and flowers, and in giv j jjfe ,tp all elge wo,uld surely not en- ,ft>rget herself, know, mother, the doctor said ' the rpses came, my suffer- be pver. WJ11 the roses bloom?" sppie already," replied ,"tbe governpr's wife and jghter bad them in their hair when get into tbe carriage, but J'lbipk, only grow 1$ tbe of tb " " by at once, carrie4 idea, about tbe r° sf s. ing and commanding she r.t last in* duced her mother to go out in search of some for her. The poor woman left the bedside possessed with the one desire of pacifying her child, and traversed the streets with weary steps, debating in her mind what excuse she would make on her return for not having procured that which 'She felt was entirely beyond her reach. With bowed head and sorrowful heart she kept repeating to herself the words of the physician, so full of hope for Greta: .; "At the coming of the first roses she would suffer no more;" and well as she guessed the mournful meaning of the prophecy, she could not help being inspired for an instant by that spirit of hope which buoyed up her child. Quickening her steps, she took the road as if by a sudden inspiration toward the governor's house, hesitated |,.she reached the brilliantly lighted mansion, but at last, taking courage, knocked timidly at the door, which Was immediately opened by a man-servant. "What do you want, my good woman?" "To speak to Madame Paterson." "I cannot disturb madame at such an hour of the night." "Oh! I implore you, let me see her!" The servant repulsed the poor mother, and was'about to shut the door in her face when Madame Paterson and her daughter, with roses in their hair and on their bosoms, crossed the hall, 1 paused to question the servant, and then approached the widow, who briefly? and tearfully told her pathetic story. "O; madame! O, mademoiselle! I implore you to give me one rose, only one, for my dying child! God, who gave His son for the redemption of the world, will reward you." , Madame Paterson shrugged her shoulders with a mocking laugh, and passed on. Her daughter, the brilliant Edele, remarked that her father did not buy roses for their weight in gold, to throw them away upon street beggars. The doOr closed, and the woman turned,toward her home. On passing the Church of Sainte-Britta, she perceived, the ^clergyman's - wife laying large bouquets of roses on the altar, full blown blooms of rich red, as well as .branches of exquisite buds of blush, orange and pink. The lady formed a sweet picture as she bent over and arranged the floral treasures sent her by a rich parishioner of ^her' husband's. Her 'blue eyes spar- 'kleoTwith delight, and her voice was foft and silvery. She was the mother of six lovely children, and the widow felt that she would surely pity her in her bitter grief, Full of these hopeful thoughts, she entered the church, approached the altar, and preferred her modest request for one rose wherewith to gladden the eyes of her dying child, Madame Nells, although by no means devoid of'kindly feejing, was proud in her own way, and had determined that Sainte-Britta should be the best decorated church in the town. In what she mistook for pious enthusiasm, she forgot that tbe only true temple of God is the 'human heart—that, a charitable action is more precious in his sight than tbe costliest earthy offerings which can be,laid on bis material altar. In tbe ardor of 'her outward devotion, she forgot that Cbrlsthad himself declared,"Jn. a^much as ye have done It untp one of the least of these my brethren, ye have flp&e It vnto we," and Jn her mistaken zeal she'avowed that it wpuld be little less than sacrilege to rob tbe altar of God of even one fair blossom. Upon so MEMORIES. >,*• Jdf-hef ttfetft,,, fiut found, tivea the snowdrops hid them« selves in the bosom of the earth, and no prlnirose nor violet would be seen foi" months, Thus sorrowfully musing, she conlibued her walk, and in a few minutes Would have readhed her miserable home, when by the light of her lantern she saw a few green leaves peeping from the foot of a hedge which enclosed a garden in the neighborhood, Stooping down, she scraped away the snow ^with her hand, Yes, there were leaves, large and lustrous, under which she found a few green blossoms, some full blown, others in bud, but all pale, small and without color, perfume or beauty. "Ah!" though she, "as there were no roses to be procured, these little flowers have been sent that my child may be spared the pain of knowing that there are hearts so cold and hard that no woes of others can soften them, and who care for no sorrows except their own!" As sne hastened onward, the deep- toned bell struck the hour of midnight and the joyous, Christmas chimes broke th& gtftwfc fibd of the,jeoltl Noftfe.wlM fii*?dofat§a\wi& ttdte 'ffitt ufttii 6f tfaeif flittal hatink ttee te feaMy ftsai' gSgypti %h1#e pate wee puts'fdfln a' 1 branch fh&nth, and where a spiray bf this with itWelVe sh&&ts t>n lt ; Was Used Ifi Egypt at the time of the Winter' sol* stice, as a" symbol of 'the yeaf torn- flleted,- Who does not kfaow the poeffi be* glhning , . the mistletoe h«ng In the castle half, branch" shb.be^hjhe old oak """"'waif./'" ~ Years ago ovef every man's dobr In England hung a sprig of mistletoe at this season. There still hovers a mystic 'charm about the mistletoe, and many a girl now, with a thrill of ex^ pectancy, places a branch of it under the chandelier or over the door, According to & former belief, when a girl is caught and kissed under a mistletoe a berry must be picked off with each kiss, and when the berries have all been plucked the privilege ceases. • Among the ancient Britons the mistletoe that grows on the, oak tree was the kind held in favor. Because of is heathen origin it is not used often in church decorations, a fact which is referred to by Washington Irving in his 'Bracebridge Hall," where he has the learned parson rebuke the Unlearned clerk for this very thing. In , Germany and Scandinavia the holly or holy tree is called Christ's thorn, because 'it puts forth, Its berries at Christmas time, and therefore is especially fitted for church decorations. HAPPY WHEREIN THE. 5oAi oF^EAVEN'5 ETERNAL KING, _ tv OF WEDDED MAID AND VIRGI/SI.MOIHER BoR^fi OUR 6REATR|JPEMPT|oNfRo/v| ABOVE i BRIA|G^^^y^%-- ' £. v * FOR 50 T/4E l D/D5/NG, **^$G \TH AT flEOUR DEA&K FORFEIT ^oaLbREt AND WITMi;? FAT/MER j? A PERPETUAL PEACE. on her ear. Kneeling reverently on the snowy ground, tbe mother's heart went up in gratitude, and she prayed tbe All- Merciful One to lopk with pitying eyes on her sweet and cherished Greta, pressing the humble flowers to her bosom, In another moment, she had risen and passed onward with her treasure, As she drew back the curtain to offer the dark leaves and little green bios- soms to her darling, she made a discovery wblch startled ber, They bad gives place to large, exquisite white blooms tinged with a .delicate pink. "Roses! roses!" cried Greta, "Q, jnpther, wbo gave them to you?" •' "ifwas a obristmas present," replied tbe astonished mother. At tbe sight pf tbese Ipvejy Ohrjstmas rpses, 4b$ dying girl bowed ber. bead, and spftjy Wwed eapb precious WPS* son), Tb,en_ &be ft}J bacfc pn ber pillow witb ft eigb, ' "Tbe lis^t tbat was Beyer pn Janfl pr pea" came Itfto tbe beautiful blue eyes, and ber lips, balf<-opened witb a radiant smile, v!$W'5^sTCi^^A*KS',,' tbe dQCtpr was wl4)le4, •appeared. „?.«,., ?m m apt With its glossy, dark leaves and bright, red berries, it is an attractive decoration for the house. The Jews used to decorate at their Feast of Tabernacles with evergreens and flowers, The laurel was used at the earliest times of the Romans as a decoration for al) joyful occasions, and is significant of peace and victory, In some plapes it is customary to throw branches of laurel on the Qbrlst- mag fire and watch for omens while the leaves curl apd crackle in tbe beat and flame, . Tbe evergreen tree • is' a - symbol used as tbe Revival of Nature, wblcb as- trowomjcaiiy sigiUae|:i the return pf tbe Sun, Hung witb Jlgbts and offerings, tbe tree bas for centuries been PRO of tbe principal'characteristics'of Cbrlst- mastjde, Tbe rcges, bid were. "SiJas, f> eaifl Mrs, Vlogue, wjiplug ber tea,r*d,i m njed eye w.ltb tbe corner el ber $P* am . a PF9n, "tbje is tbe anniversary "'' spa,William, ' ' Aunt-^So Xmas Da.y is your birthday, Harold. What are you gtlng'w-liave? ! Harold—Well, mamma said I can have either a party of a Xmai^tfee., Aunt—And which did you choose? . -^ Harold—Oh, a party, of course—because I can't hang girls on a tree, r hark! -Some 6ne has entered the gate. It Is—it is our son Wi Ham! A mother'a Instinct .is never wrong. Yes—I recognize ihis footsteps. Oh, we shall have a real merry Christmas once mbre!" And Mrs. Ulogue, trembling like an aspen, sprang from her seat and quickly opened the door. A rough-bearded seedy-looking man stood on the threshold. "Oh, William,, my son," cried Mrs. Ulogue, throwing her arms around the stranger and almost dragging him into the house, "you have come home at last. I knew you would. This is indeed a merry Christmas." " 'Scuse me, ma'am," returned the stranger, struggling to free himself from the affectionate embrace of the woman. "Me name's not William, an' I ain't nobody's son. My parents passed in their checks afore I had time to get on speakin' terms with 'em, an' I'm a wanderin"horphan. "Me name's Henry Tennyson Naggs, but me pards call me 'Skinny the Tramp' fer short. But I sees how you've got a vacant cheer at the festive board, an' I don't mind bein' your son pro tern, as the Latin sharps sez, specially as I left home without dinin'." "Here, Tige!" called Silas, opening a door leading into the kitchen; and as a dog as large as a new-born calf sprang into the room, Skinny the Tramp made a hasty exit. As he passed through the yard he absent-mindedly picked up a new hatchet, which he sold at the next village,, for the price of five beers. So the tramp had a merry Christmas after all. Tubby's Christmas. It was early Christmas morning, and the streets were empty. A boy with a big turkey knocked at the kitchen door of a large, pleasant house, and while he was talking with the cook, cold, homeless little Tabby Tiptoes slipped in between his heels so softly that nobody saw her. "Good!" she,thought "Now I can get warm!" She patted lightly up-stairs on her little velvet paws, and found herself in a snug and cozy room.- A-'bright fire snapped in the grate, and beside it hung a small stocking, crammed full from top to toe. Tabby ,was;so pleased with her warm quarters,, that she turned, a somersault on the soft rug. Then she'-'played that the toe of the stocking was a mouse. She caught it with her sharp claws, and gave it a little pull. But the stocking was overloaded already, and down it came on the hearth. The checkers and dominoes and sugarplums rolled to every-side. Poor Tabby just had time to hide in the empty stocking before Neddy rushed into the room, "Why, mamma!" he called, "Santa Glaus must have dropped my stocking!" Then he put his hand into it. "A live kitten!" he shouted again. "Oh, 'how did Santa CJaus know! That was just what I wanted!" And Indeed, of all his pretty presents, Neddy liked little pussy best, A Hint. I wish you a merry Christmas! Let's try while we're repeating The dear old-fashioned greeting, To add a kind, unselfish act, And make the wish a blessed fact. Stars, Upon the night's black stem, behold A million shining buds unfold And Ught her garden's assure ,jawn Where walks the moop from dusk to dawn, the Christmas Tfee. Only a star! a shining star! More glorious than .our planets are, But watched by wistful eyes and bright, And longing hearts, that wondrous night, Only a manger, shadow-thronged, That to some public inn belonged, Where sweet breathed cattle quietly For midnight slumber bent the knee, Only the light of tapers small, That on two tender faces fall, Two tender faces—one divine— That s,till through all the centuries shine ' ', From palace walls, from thrones of gold, From churches, shrines, cathedrals old, Where the grand masters of their art Wrought faithfully with hand and heart. Only a babe! in whose' small hand Is seen no sceptre of command, But at whose name, with Freedom's sword, Move the great armies of the Lord. Only a cross! but oh, what light Shines from God's throne on Calvary'^ height! ' His birth, His, life, the angels see, Written on every Christmas tree. —M. A. Denison. The Tale Log.. -• A custom at one time prevalent la England, and still observed in some of •the northern districts of the old coun-' try, is that of placing an immense log of wood—sometimes the root of a great tree—in the wide chimney-place. This' log is often called the yule log, and it' was on Christmas Eve that it was put- on the 'wide hearth. Around it would! gather the entire family, and its en- 1 trance was the occasion of a great deal of ceremony., There was music and re- 1 ' ioicing, while the one authorized to light it was obliged to have clean 'hands. ; It was always lighted with a brand left over from the log of the previous year, which had been carefully preserved for the purpose. A poet sings of it in this -way: With the last yeere's brand' Light the new'block; and For good success in his spending,' On your psaltrles play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a teending.' The Yule log was supposed to be a. protection against evil spirits, and it was considered a bad omen if the fire. went out before the evening was over, The family and guests used to swt themselves in front of the brightly burning fire, and many a story and mw ry jest went round the 'happy group, Merry Christmas, Christmas ought to be the merriest day of the year. From the busy man ^g the little child, let the cheerful greet' ing, "Merry Christmas," ring out gladly to all, Christmas is the time wbe.u,'- after weeks of expectancy, Santa 'Clauu appears to the dear children, • The tlm.<l has come for the banging up of stock' " ings, and many bright eyes win ippft', on Christmas morn up the chimney fpif" a glimpse pf Santa Claus "and bis elgbt- tiny reindeer." Tbe days will cpma' when belief in tbe beautiful mytb pt'. Santa,.Claus will disappear, bwt lent last SQ long as it can a$d gia^ea'tia , hearts of bappy chil<Jhpo4, ~ ' Vj - . •;$$ • L-'^l CHRISTMAS WAITS,,'
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