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eam PRINCE OF PEACE. “What means this ety: round our feet,” The Magi mused, “more bright then’ morn?” . And voices chanted clear and sweet, . “To-day the Prince of Peace is born!” . ‘ . “What means that star?’ the St nerdel said. “That brightens through the rocky glen?” : . And angels answering overhead, Sang, “Peace on earth, Bood will to men.’ i bi a is elghteen hundred years and more ’ Since those sweet oracles were dumb; . \ We wait for Him, like them of yore; ; Alas! He seems so slow to come! ‘But it was sald, in words of gold, No time or sorrow e’er shall dim, That little children might be bold, In perfect trust to come to Him. i All round about our fet shall shine. . A light like that the wise men saw, If we our loving wills incline . To that sweet Life which is the Law. So shall we learn to mnderatanc The simple faith of shepherds then, And, clasping kindly hand in hand, . Sing, ‘‘Peace on earth, good wil! to men!” . And they who do their souls no wrong, " But keep at eve the faith of morn, . Shall daily hear the angel sing, “To-day the Prince of Peace is born!” —LOWELL. ey ~~ CHRISTMAS TREASURES, I count my treasures o’er with careThe little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A littie lock of golden hair. ( i > Long years ago this holy time, My little one—my all to me— Sat robed in white upon my knee And heard the merry Christmas chime}. “Tell me, my lttle golden head, If Santa Claus should come to-night What shall he bring my baby al i What treasures for my boy?’ I said ato And then he named this little toy, oak While in his round and mournful eye: There came a look of sweet suprised That spoke his quiet, trustful joy. And as he lisped his evening prayer He asked the boon with childish grace! Then, toddling to the chimney-place,, He hung his little stocking there. . That night while lengthening shadows crept, I saw the white-winged angels come With singing to our lowly home And kiss my darling as he slept. 4 They must have heard his little prayer, For in the morn, with rapturous face,’ 4 He toddled to the chimney-place _And found his little treasure there, j They” ‘came again one Christmastide— . That angel host, so fair and white! And singing aJl that glorious night, They lured my darling from my side, A little sock, a little toy; A Httle lock of golden hair, The Christmas music in the air, ; A watching for my baby boy! % ' But if again that angel train, To bear me to eternity,. *) My watching will not be fm vain. —EUGENI YIELD, ae ‘ But id And golden head come back for mel JEST FORE CHRISTMAS. © Father calls me William, sister calls m Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! : Mighty glad I ain’t a girl—ruther be & boy, Without them sashes, curls and things, that’s worn by Fauntleroy! : Love to chawnk green apples an’ 50, swimmin’ in the lake— . Hate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache! Most all the time, the whole year’ round, *~ there ain’t no flies on me, But jest ’fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be! Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him. ~ on the cat; First thing she knows she don’t nog where she’s at! : Got a clipper sled, an’ when us kids goes . A . out to slide, e "Long comes the grocery cart, and we all,~ hook a ride! } But sometimes when the grocery man is} 7 worrited an’ cross, He reaches at us with his whip, an’ lar-Ke rups up his hoss, . An’ then I laff. an’ holier, “Oh, ye never teched me!” But jest ’fore Christmas I’m as good as” I kin be! Gran’ma says she hopes that when I get to be a man, I'll be a missionarer brother, Dan, As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon’s isle, Where every prospeck pledses, an’ only man is vile! But gran’ma she has never been to see a Wild West show, Nor read the life of Daniel Boone or else I guess she'd know, “That Buff’lo Bill an’ Canposal 1s ‘good. ~ enough for me! \Excep’ -jest ‘fore Christmas, when rm. good as I kin be! } And then old Sport he hangs around, so' solemn-like an’ still, His eyes they seem a-sayin’: the matter, little Bill?” “The old cat sneaks down off her perch . an’ wonders what’s become . of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum! > I am so perlite an’ tend so earnestly ~ +f to biz, j/That mother says to father: ia . proved our Willie is!’’ ‘But father, havin’ been a boy hisself, . suspicions me {When jest 'fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be! like her oldest! . . “How imFor ‘Christmas, with its lots an’ lots ofl candies, cakes and toys, Was made, they say, for proper kids ang not for naughty boys; -So wash yer face an’ bresh yer halir, an’! fit mind yer p's and q’s, _And don’t bust out yer pantaloons, and. don’t wear out yer shoes; Say ‘‘Yessum” to the ladies, and ‘Yeg.} sur’ to the men, An’ when they’s company, don’t pass yey . plate for ple again; But, thinkin’ of the things yer'’d like to) % see upon that tree, Tust ‘fore Christmas be as good as yer! kin be! aT neberiba FIELD, AS a UPON A DAY, A handséine hoste err A pot of ale cute n fal Tobacco, and ao goad copl fire Are things this season Goth require, —Poor Robin's Alman,“What's \" ee A And makes ma hel A HYMN: TO «ft NATIVITY. sing the birth Siiborn ‘fought, he : . ‘ “Lhe author, both of life and ljght; . ; ag i angels so did sound it. te) like the ravished shep erds said, were ‘afraid, iaey found it. LAs t iW: saw the light and Yet searched, and true hat comfort by Him de e win, ed made himself the price of sin, s To make us heirs of glory! To see this babe all innocence; A martyr born in our defense; i t the story? Cay man forget the SEN JONSON. . Pa . . THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. yh ‘AS shadows cast by cloud and sun eh Flit o’er the summer grass, “So, in thy sight, Almighty One! 7 Earth’s generations pass. AY 4 “and while the years, an endless host, Come pressing swiftly on The brightest names that earth can boast Just glisten, and are gone. Yet doth the Star of Bethlehem shed A luster pure and sweet, And still it looks, as sure it ied, To the Messiah's feet. l And deeply at this later ore Our hearts rejoice to see How children, girded by its ray, Come to the Savior’s knee. O, Father, may that holy star, Grow every year more bright, ,And send its glorious beam afar, P To fill the world with light. A —WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. ee —— as A / y rs _WHEN PAPA'S SICK. . When. papa’s sick, my goodness sakes! : t Buch awful, awful times it makes, q He speaks in oh! such lonesome tones, And gives such ghastly kind of groans, And rolis.his eyes and holds his head, h’m up to bed; While Sis and Bridget run to heat Hot water bags to warm his feet, And I must get the doctor quick— We have to jump when papa’s sick. J When papa’s sick ma has to stand ed Right side the bed and hold his hand, While Sis she has to fan an’ fan, For he says he’s ‘‘a dyin’ man,” And wants the children round him. to Be there when “‘sufferin’ pa gets through” And kiss us all and, then he’ll die Then moans and says his “preathin’s k’?— 2 Ay 4 thé j It's awful sad when’ papa’s sick. ‘. Until he hears the doctor say, “You've only got a cold, you know,You'll be all right’n a day or so.” And ‘then—well, say! you ought to sec, He’s different as he can be, And eS and swears from noon t ' 1 _Just ‘cause his dinner aln’t cooked righh And all he does is fuss and kick— } Arey re all used up when papa’s sick. Ps Joe esha RS, mee . ie When papa’s sick he acts that way . ew Mother Goose Up-to-neatee i Naas 4-bye baby, in the top flat, es. morning we know where re at; When the dawn breaks and ? SMES we're longing Down comes your throu I . ae meth the floor, ear-splitting yoice if ia aay a AME.

eam PRINCE OF PEACE. “What means this ety: round our feet,” The Magi mused, “more bright then’ morn?” . And voices chanted clear and sweet, . “To-day the Prince of Peace is born!” . ‘ . “What means that star?’ the St nerdel said. “That brightens through the rocky glen?” : . And angels answering overhead, Sang, “Peace on earth, Bood will to men.’ i bi a is elghteen hundred years and more ’ Since those sweet oracles were dumb; . \ We wait for Him, like them of yore; ; Alas! He seems so slow to come! ‘But it was sald, in words of gold, No time or sorrow e’er shall dim, That little children might be bold, In perfect trust to come to Him. i All round about our fet shall shine. . A light like that the wise men saw, If we our loving wills incline . To that sweet Life which is the Law. So shall we learn to mnderatanc The simple faith of shepherds then, And, clasping kindly hand in hand, . Sing, ‘‘Peace on earth, good wil! to men!” . And they who do their souls no wrong, " But keep at eve the faith of morn, . Shall daily hear the angel sing, “To-day the Prince of Peace is born!” —LOWELL. ey ~~ CHRISTMAS TREASURES, I count my treasures o’er with careThe little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A littie lock of golden hair. ( i > Long years ago this holy time, My little one—my all to me— Sat robed in white upon my knee And heard the merry Christmas chime}. “Tell me, my lttle golden head, If Santa Claus should come to-night What shall he bring my baby al i What treasures for my boy?’ I said ato And then he named this little toy, oak While in his round and mournful eye: There came a look of sweet suprised That spoke his quiet, trustful joy. And as he lisped his evening prayer He asked the boon with childish grace! Then, toddling to the chimney-place,, He hung his little stocking there. . That night while lengthening shadows crept, I saw the white-winged angels come With singing to our lowly home And kiss my darling as he slept. 4 They must have heard his little prayer, For in the morn, with rapturous face,’ 4 He toddled to the chimney-place _And found his little treasure there, j They” ‘came again one Christmastide— . That angel host, so fair and white! And singing aJl that glorious night, They lured my darling from my side, A little sock, a little toy; A Httle lock of golden hair, The Christmas music in the air, ; A watching for my baby boy! % ' But if again that angel train, To bear me to eternity,. *) My watching will not be fm vain. —EUGENI YIELD, ae ‘ But id And golden head come back for mel JEST FORE CHRISTMAS. © Father calls me William, sister calls m Will, Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill! : Mighty glad I ain’t a girl—ruther be & boy, Without them sashes, curls and things, that’s worn by Fauntleroy! : Love to chawnk green apples an’ 50, swimmin’ in the lake— . Hate to take the castor-ile they give for belly-ache! Most all the time, the whole year’ round, *~ there ain’t no flies on me, But jest ’fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be! Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him. ~ on the cat; First thing she knows she don’t nog where she’s at! : Got a clipper sled, an’ when us kids goes . A . out to slide, e "Long comes the grocery cart, and we all,~ hook a ride! } But sometimes when the grocery man is} 7 worrited an’ cross, He reaches at us with his whip, an’ lar-Ke rups up his hoss, . An’ then I laff. an’ holier, “Oh, ye never teched me!” But jest ’fore Christmas I’m as good as” I kin be! Gran’ma says she hopes that when I get to be a man, I'll be a missionarer brother, Dan, As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon’s isle, Where every prospeck pledses, an’ only man is vile! But gran’ma she has never been to see a Wild West show, Nor read the life of Daniel Boone or else I guess she'd know, “That Buff’lo Bill an’ Canposal 1s ‘good. ~ enough for me!

\Excep’ -jest ‘fore Christmas, when rm. good as I kin be! } And then old Sport he hangs around, so' solemn-like an’ still, His eyes they seem a-sayin’: the matter, little Bill?” “The old cat sneaks down off her perch . an’ wonders what’s become . of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum! > I am so perlite an’ tend so earnestly ~ +f to biz, j/That mother says to father: ia . proved our Willie is!’’ ‘But father, havin’ been a boy hisself, . suspicions me {When jest 'fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be! like her oldest! . . “How imFor ‘Christmas, with its lots an’ lots ofl candies, cakes and toys, Was made, they say, for proper kids ang not for naughty boys; -So wash yer face an’ bresh yer halir, an’! fit mind yer p's and q’s, _And don’t bust out yer pantaloons, and. don’t wear out yer shoes; Say ‘‘Yessum” to the ladies, and ‘Yeg.} sur’ to the men, An’ when they’s company, don’t pass yey . plate for ple again; But, thinkin’ of the things yer'’d like to) % see upon that tree, Tust ‘fore Christmas be as good as yer! kin be! aT neberiba FIELD, AS a UPON A DAY, A handséine hoste err A pot of ale cute n fal Tobacco, and ao goad copl fire Are things this season Goth require, —Poor Robin's Alman,“What's \" ee A And makes ma hel A HYMN: TO «ft NATIVITY. sing the birth Siiborn ‘fought, he : . ‘ “Lhe author, both of life and ljght; . ; ag i angels so did sound it. te) like the ravished shep erds said, were ‘afraid, iaey found it. LAs t iW: saw the light and Yet searched, and true hat comfort by Him de e win, ed made himself the price of sin, s To make us heirs of glory! To see this babe all innocence; A martyr born in our defense; i t the story? Cay man forget the SEN JONSON. . Pa . . THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. yh ‘AS shadows cast by cloud and sun eh Flit o’er the summer grass, “So, in thy sight, Almighty One! 7 Earth’s generations pass. AY 4 “and while the years, an endless host, Come pressing swiftly on The brightest names that earth can boast Just glisten, and are gone. Yet doth the Star of Bethlehem shed A luster pure and sweet, And still it looks, as sure it ied, To the Messiah's feet. l And deeply at this later ore Our hearts rejoice to see How children, girded by its ray, Come to the Savior’s knee. O, Father, may that holy star, Grow every year more bright, ,And send its glorious beam afar, P To fill the world with light. A —WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. ee —— as A / y rs _WHEN PAPA'S SICK. . When. papa’s sick, my goodness sakes! : t Buch awful, awful times it makes, q He speaks in oh! such lonesome tones, And gives such ghastly kind of groans, And rolis.his eyes and holds his head, h’m up to bed; While Sis and Bridget run to heat Hot water bags to warm his feet, And I must get the doctor quick— We have to jump when papa’s sick. J When papa’s sick ma has to stand ed Right side the bed and hold his hand, While Sis she has to fan an’ fan, For he says he’s ‘‘a dyin’ man,” And wants the children round him. to Be there when “‘sufferin’ pa gets through” And kiss us all and, then he’ll die Then moans and says his “preathin’s k’?— 2 Ay 4 thé j It's awful sad when’ papa’s sick. ‘. Until he hears the doctor say, “You've only got a cold, you know,You'll be all right’n a day or so.” And ‘then—well, say! you ought to sec, He’s different as he can be, And eS and swears from noon t ' 1 _Just ‘cause his dinner aln’t cooked righh And all he does is fuss and kick— } Arey re all used up when papa’s sick. Ps Joe esha RS, mee . ie When papa’s sick he acts that way . ew Mother Goose Up-to-neatee i Naas 4-bye baby, in the top flat, es. morning we know where re at; When the dawn breaks and ? SMES we're longing Down comes your throu I . ae meth the floor, ear-splitting yoice if ia aay a AME.