SEA. Bina Irving in Leshe's. Far away over the troubled ocean on Santa Claus? on his yearly ound, Cold TE Etha deserted, and roofless ruins And empty echoing rooms has found The truss of hay for his reludeers' supper, No longer waits by the farmhouse And the bird-gole, too, with its sheaf * plent; For np songsters, is seen no more. For rosy faces of happy children At Sottage windows he looks in vain, No stockings 'hang in the chimney corner, No holly glows at the broken pane, The hapless little ones weep and wander Forlorn to alien lands afar, For blood and tears and the smoke of battle Have dimmed the light of Christmas Star. the The dncient shops where he used to purcase Ha stock of wonderful Christmas ops Are on and vacant, where once they glittered With tons of treasures for girls and boys, So let ys spare from the wealth of presents, ; That load our beautiful Christmas tree, A few to put in the eager fingers Of homeless orphans across the sea. I SAW THREE SHIPS. 1 saw three ships come sailing in, On Christmas Day, 'on Christmas Day I saw three ships come sailing in On Christmas Day in the morning. Pray, whither sailed those ships three, On Christmas Day, day? Pray, whither sailed those ships all three, On Christmas Day in the merning? all on Christmas O, they salled into Bethlehem, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day; O, they sailed into Bethlehem, On Christmas Day in the morning, And all the bells on earth shall ring, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day; And al ne bells on earth shall ring, On Christmas Day in the morning. 'And all the angels in heaven shall sing, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Yi And all the angels in heaven shall sing, On Christmas Day in the morning. And all the sing, On Christmas Day, Day, And all shall sing, On Christmas Day in the morning.' souls on earth shall on Christmas the souls on earth Then let us all rejoice amain, On Christmas Day, on Christmas Then let us all rejoice amain, On Christmas Day in the morning. NOW, THRICE WELCOME, CHRIST MAS! From Poor Robin's Almanac, 1695. Now, thrice welcome, Christmas, Which brings us good cheer, Minced pied and plum porridge, Good ale and strong beer; With pig, goose and capon, The best that can be; So well doth the weather And our stomachs agree. Observe how the chimneys Do smoke all about, The cooks are providing For dinner, no doubt; But those on whose tables No victuals appear O, may they keep Lent All the rest of the year! With holly and ivy So green and so gay, We deck up our houses As fresh as the day, With bays and rosemary, And laurel Sampiete; And everyone now Is a king in conceit. THE BLESSED CHRISTMAS TIME. Christian Wi I walked in Lord Midst worth and wealth and fame, Clasped hands with power and beauty x the world to-day, dear Lord, With loveliness and name. * * * 1 walked in the world to-day dear Lord, Midst perfumes rich and rare, Earth's choicest exotics poured cost- ly breath Upon the heavy air. * * * I walked in the world to-day, my Lo! rd, Through créwded hall and mart, Where fruit or loom and press and Each vile for glory's part. * * ¢ apart from the world, mighty rule and hine, at iy ion side, I have HT e world is poor! 1 'am_rick to. fn the path of the stiis x share in the great in. the faith of (he star name MAS BALLAD. : The following poem, written in the middle or latter years of the six- teenth century and published for the first time in the current Atlantic, was copled from a prayer-book of King Edward VI, published in 1549, which was found by a reader of the Atlantic in an old house on the edge of the Yorkshire woods. The stork shee rose on Christmas cue And sayed unto ber broode, I nowe muste fare to Bethleem, To viene the Sonne of God. MEN. The Favorite English Carol. - God rest you, merry gentlemen; Let nothing you dismay, . For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born upon this day; To save us all from Satan's power, When we were gone astray, O tidings of comfort and joy, For Christ, our Saviour, was born ou Christmas Day. From God, our Heavenly Father, A blessed Angel camm, And unto certain shepherds Brought tidings of the same; How that in Bethlehem was born The Son of God by name. Shee gaue to eche his dole of mete, She stowed them fayrlie in, And Aare shee flew and faste shee And same to Bethleem. } The sheplierds, at those tidings, Rejoiced much in mind, And left their flock a-feeding, In tempest, storm,-and wind, And went to Bethlehem straightway; The Son of God to find. Now where is he of Dauid's lynne? Shee askd at house and halle He-1s not here, they spake bardlye, But in the Mdungier stalle. She found him in the Maungier stalle With that most Holye Mayde: The gentyle storke shee wept to see The Lord so rudelye layde. But when to Bethlehem they came, Where &s this Infant lay, They found Him in a manger, Where oxen feed on hay, His Mother, Mary, kneeling, Unto the Lord did pray. Then from her pauntynge breast shee) plucked The fethers whyte and warm: Shee strawed them in the Maungier bed To kepe the Lorde from harm. Now to .the Lord sing praises. All you within this place, And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace, This holy tide of Christmas, New blessed bee the gentil stor: All others doth deface. Forevermore, quothe Hee, For that she say my sadde estate And showed suche Pythe. THE SUMMONS. | John Kendrick Bangs in Collier's. | Now come the Christinas chimes Full wellkum shal shee ever bee | SWmoR. me In hamlet and in halle, | From sluggish ease And hight hencifurthe the. Bles iad! thoughts of doubt To deeds of kindly Opportunity That on all sides of us now about; | To spread the to all, To sing the songs of Peace upon the mart, ! And fill with spirit of high festival To overflowing every humaniheart to and cynic yrd dud friend of babyes alle. lie THEIR CHRISTMAS PRESENTS Gospel of Good Will Boston Courier. Lally Penlope Socrates, A Boston maid of four, Wide opened her eyes on Christmas! morn i |? carry bope to hopeless ones, and ease The sufferings of grievous helpless ness; {To carry joy to those whose miseries Have plunged them in a maelstrom of distress; To lavish Light on Darkness, drying tears; To enter into homes of them that grieve, {And with the touch of sympathy the fears Of brothers in affliction dread re- lieve. And looked the landscape o'er. "What is't inflates my bas de bleu?" She asked, with dignity, '"'Tis lbsen in the original, Oh, joy beyond degree!" II Miss May Cadwallader Rittenhouse Of Philadelphia town t Awoke as much as they ever do there! And watched the snow come down. "Well, I'm glad that Christmas has | come again," You might have heard her say, "For my family's one year older now | chimes ring forth; | Than it was last Christmas day." That is the song those Christmas That is the summons sent to those IIL. who fear, It was Christmas in giddy Gotan: {Borne on the crispy air from out the And Miss Irene de Jones north Awoke at noon and yawned Upon this morn so thrilling in its yawned ¢ cheer. And stretched her languid bones. Let him who hath of his possessions "wr v i } spend Well, I'm sorry that it's Christmas Not stores of gold, but Love in full Papa at home will stay, est play-- For change is closed, and he won't|He wins the greatest treasure in the make end A single cent all day." ;. Who LIVES as well as GIVES his Christmas Day! and | IV. Oh, windily dawned the Christmas In the city by the lake; And Miss Arabel Wabash Breezy Was instantly awake, | THE SEVEN SETS OF PRESENTS. Detroit Free ress. All the world's a Christmas tree, And all the men and women merely children They have their membrances. {And one man in his time gets many gifts, {| His ing seven series. A REAL LETTER TO SANTA. | 11° ot Being seve Dear Santa Calus: I thought I'd write! With his feeding spoons and rattles These few lines to you to-night, Just to tell you everything We would like to have you bring; For it they don't come from you | Goodness knows what we shall do! Tommy wants a coaster sicd And a sweater (blue and red.) Football, too, and skates and some Chocolate candy and a drum, huny want a phonograph, and gloves | "Singing songs that make you|And pipes that laugh.") | wells of brass Choo-choo cars that really go | And fountain pens that leak, or else And a horn that he can blow; some painted Then he wints a hobby-horse China that his wife can use as well. And some candy, too, of course, And then "Ah, what's that in my stocking? Well, in two jiffs I'll know!" And she drew forth a grand piano From away down in the toe. presents and re- At first Then the trumpet and tin soldiers, skates and sleigh | And firemen's helmet, and then the lover, | Sighing like a furnacé with a gaudy | necktie { Knit by the lady's fingers. hubby, Showered by his friends with socks Then a | will not draw, ink| ERE CHRISTMAS TIDE ACROSS THE THE STORK; AN ANCIENT CHRIS? GOD BLESS YOU, MERRY GENTLE There lies a city, Katie wants a doll that cries The aniddle aged of fair round belly "Pa' and "Ma" and shuts its eyes, | ----a little cap With some gowns and hats to fit To hide his shining pate. The sixth} And such things that 3o with it. set sinks She would like some dishes, too, ! Into the carpet slipper game or bad | And a doll's house, painted blue, i cigars-- | Mamma wants a dinner set, | A silver cutter, And she'd also like to get | Earrings and some bric-a-brac And a lovely sealskin sacque, since his teeth are | Bventful history is failing sight, I don't. want a blessed thing' For myself, for I'm so small 1 don't really count at all. } O! I'm very small, I'm told, Though I'm thirty-five years old, ati Just supply this list I send 1 nstipa on, And I'll be your grateful friend, I must have the things, you see, For my wife and children three, Who demand them all of me. A REAL SANTA CLAUS. By Frank Dempster Sherman. Santa Calus, Th hang for you Hy the mantel stockings two-- One for me and one to go To another boy I know. Where there is poison there Is pain. | This is a Provision of Nature to warn { you against conditions thai are likely | to prove serious. | Constipation of the bowels is un- doubtedly the st source of There's a chimney in the town You have never traveled down. Should you chance to. enter thero You would find a room all bare; Not a stocking could you spy. Matter not how you night try, And the shoes you'd find are such [As no boy would care for much In a brédken bed you'd see Some one just about like me Dreaming of the pretty toys 'Which you to other boys, And to him a Christmas seems Merry only in his dreams. All he dreawus, then. Santa Claus, bad, | Last gift of all that ends this strange A CHRISTMAS PRAYER. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. Lord, for the lonely heart I pray apert {Now for the son of sorrow Whom this to-morrow Rejoiceth not, O Lord. Hear my weak word. For lives too bitter to be borne, For the tempted and the torn, For the prisoner in the cell, For the shame lip doth not- tell, For the haggard suicide, Peace, peace, this Christmastide! Into the desert, trod, By the leng sick, O God; Into the patient gloom Of that small room Where lies the child of pain Of all meglected most be fain To enter, healing and remain. Now at the fall of day I bow apd pray, For those who cannot sleep A watch I keep, Oh, let the starving brain Be fed and fed again. At thy behekt The tortured nerves find rest. I see the vacant-chair, Father of souls, prepare My poor thought's feeble power To plead this hour. For the empty, aching home, Where 'the silent footsteps come, Where the unseen face looks on, Where the handclasp is not felt, Where the dearest eyes are gone, Where the portrait on the wall Stirs and struggles as.to speak. Where the light breath from the hall Calls the color to the cheek, Where the voice breaks in the hymn, When the sunset burneth dim, Where the late large tear will start, Frogzen by the broken heart; Where the lesson is to learn How to live, to grieve, to yearn, How to bear and how to bow, Oh, the Christmas that is fled, Lord of living and of dead, Comfort thou! ------ THE TALE OF CHRISTMAS. By Phila Butler Bow There lies a little town. afar Where eastern starlight gleams And in the lowly stable bed A baby lies and dreams. And close and close his mother holds Her little one, and prays As Mother-hearts have prayed since then And will, through coming days. There. lies a quiet plain afar Where shepherds watch their sheep And angels burst celestial gates And wake them frem their sleep. And where the mother holds her child In sheltering embrace. The sages fall in worship mute Before a baby's face. There stands a lonely cross afar, A crown of thoras is there And cruel nails and bitter drink And Hate that fiills the air, But, Ah! Beyond the shadowy cross An empty tomb, And lo! Where futile guard kept watch, -- to-day , The Easter lilies grow, fair and far Beyond our sense or sight, Where they who worshipped who wept, Need not the stars to light; And straight the road from Bethle- hem Leads through the city street, And none need faint, who walks they therein Follows the Christ-Child's feet, ; | This is the tale the Christmas bells Ring out on Christmas morn, And they whose gifts are gifts praise Because a Child was bora, And they who hang the holly-wreath In that rememb: sweet, From cot, from cloister, palace, tent Follow the Christ-Child's feet. of A SONG IN. THE AIR. By J: G, Holland, There's a song in the air, There's a.star in the sky, There's a mother's deep prayer And x baby's low cry; And the star rains its fire while the beautiful sing, For the manger of Bethleltem cradles a King. In the light of that star Lie the ages impearied, And that semg from afar Has swept over the world. Every besrth is aflame, and the bea- utiful sing. | There! now that's enough to brivg--| ppen they bring a magnifying glass | In the homes of the nations, that | For grandpa. i Jesus is Bing. ion, Indigestion edicinea on earth" Dr. Chass' Kidney-Liver. Pills, one and other painful diseases Daily movement of the bowels" is the Sreatent law of health. Dr. Chase's | Stur the stoc¥ngs with, because When 1t'8 Siled up to the brim - FIL be Suma Claus to him! pill a dose, 25 vents a Buv mt alt deal ers or Bdmanson, Bates & Co, Limit: ed, Toronto. WHAT -- CHRISTMAS MEAN . TO YOU? What ¢ does Christmas mean to you? Does it mean good wil} and glad- Something to dimini Do you find it good to kin Lend a hand to others na Have been groping sadly, blindly? What does Christmas mean to you? Are you one of those who view Graciously: youp Weaker brothers? Litt Have you found the Christmas spirit Does the Christmas chime ring true? As you pause awhile to hear it? What . does Christmas means to you? Do you think the story true-- That sweet story of the stable? Or are you a doubter who Sneers and calls it but a fable? Are you bravely, gladly hoping, - Urged by faith each day anew, Or in darkness weakly groping? What Joes Christmas means you? to CHRISTMAS BELLS. Henry 'W. Longfellow. 1 heard the "bells on Christmas day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men! '| And thought how, as the day .had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had roiled along The unbroken song Of peace on earth, good will men! to Till ringing, singing on its way, The work revalves from. night to day A voice, a chime, A chant sublime, A peace on earth, good will men! to But in despair I bowed my head, "There is no peace on earth," I said, "For fate is strong And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good will to men!" Then pealed the bell more loud and deep: "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep. The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men!" CHRISTMAS EVE. By Stephen Chalmer: The hoar of time where the frost's gray rime In fantastic glamour lies; A sheet of light on the gleaming white That mirrors the spangled skies; A great cold star in the heavens afar And a moon trail on the hills; The earth instilled with an awe ful- fillled And the night with music thrilled. i The carolers sing as the church bells ring, While up in the organ loft The sage owls croon as the calm, sweet tune, Comes swelling, but ever soft, The message flies through the chang- ing skies By changing time and tongue, But ever the same as the tale that came The shepherd men among. Where. the. mistletoe and the laurel And. the. holly and bay are twined Where the hearth fire gleams as in ancient dreams, One age is but in mind, As in modern dreams the hearth fire gleams, The carolers sing as the tower ton- gues swing So, under the casement still, Man's peace and God's good will. A CHRISTMAS LETTER. By James Courtney Challiss. Dearest Phyllis, pray remember when you're making up-the list Of your presents for December (ua- less I am to be missed) That I've slippers, picture brackets, smoking sets of various types, Half a dozen smoking jackets, thir- ty-seven meerschaum: pipes, Twenty patent. "kid glove menders," collar boxes by the score, Of embroidered silk suspenders, forty-"leven pairs or more; That each year since I was twenty I've received a paperweight, Have-pen wipers, ink stands plenty per cutters-twenty-eight; ve Arvin and Longfellow . by the hundred--every Kind-- Shak black and blue and Tr: Milton tilt I'm nearly blind. 80 there's just oue preseat only that Fan wanting in this year Of my bachelorship se Jonely --that's| yourself, my Phyllis, dear. pay af pe -------- CHRISTMAS IN THE MORNING 4 Qa equinox shine out afar, On. Christmas in the morning, And straight we knew Christ's star it was, Bright beaming in the morning. 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