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s are im cal & Novelty Co. 8t., Toronto $ SONS ANEOUS LE PILLS :Viol_ip$| LEROY‘S ENT OUTFITS !H?l:)d !0'!0'- 3°98 Saio tose ... ~ua x@~ * i.0u vorite, only 2.98‘ iami.ton, Canmsim OV AL*" ALS | 9006 rted direct nail. _ and 134 is inada viol!n a Dor sect and +8 "Never mind, my DBy," said she. "I have seen five winters and summers and mamy other things. Worst things can , happen vyou than being thin. _ It‘s near Christmas now, aml before every Christmas in my career I have seen the l:é myâ€" broath to advise him. knows it al. yon know." Goble paid ~â€" «‘tention to th biggest and finest looking turkeys in tke flock cut down in the midst of their pride and glory. I would advise Goble tiobbler to st«rt in and fast from this out if T did not krow I would be !..t!.- maue S SEICIg 5 MCME 4 ; Mother Turkey hopped o‘ej)to her disconsolate son and wiggled the flag which waved over her backâ€"a flag like the resat of the turks carried so they could be located in the talf, grass. There would have been a fight right off but for the presence of the lady turks of the flock, and the fact that he was the amaller and weaker of the two. "It was always thus. Me brother CGobler gets everything, and is getting big and fat, and look at me! I am thin and scrawny, and am half starved. Evâ€" ery day he grabs half of my share beâ€" sides eating all his own. Why wasn‘t I made as strong as him *" . hnke® * Billy Cute carted his turkeys to town and got the same price as Deacon Candle did lgor his. _ But the mean man stayâ€" ed at home and got nothing. "Me own brother, hatched in the same nest." said Kid Gobbler, who â€" kicked against giving up an old crust that he had found in the barnyard by accident. "It‘s wronf and I‘ll see who‘s boss." With a loud and long giggle he jumpâ€" ed for the crust, but his little brother, Goble Gobbler, tried to make off with it. But Goble was the bigger and gained the erust, wrenching the morsel from the rightful owner. _"I see it all now," said Noah, " that villain led me through the woods to my own turkey barns." _ Finaly they emerged on the road near *%oah‘s front gate and the mean man huarâ€" ried to bedâ€"but not to sleep. Next morning Noah crawled out sore and tired to feed his flock, in preparation to ukinÂ¥ them to the city with their crops full. But lo, there was not a soliâ€" tary turkey in the buildings, and he saw vreat holes in the walls. ( snd creeks, over rocks and stumps and shinned his shins. Flood was mad and mean and worked hard making big holes out of which the turkeys flew. _ Soon the whole flock had vanished and then Bill seized Noah and said thy must hurry back over the way they had come. "Oh, my, oh me," said Noah as he was dragged through holes "Here take the saw and saw holes in the walls and I‘ll go round to the other side and scare the turkeys out. & .+ he took Noah‘s arm and the two went up and down over hill and swamp. Flood was nearly dead, twisting and turning in the thickets, and only his great meanâ€" mes kept him going. At last they reachâ€" ed an underbrush and through it they could see a black mass. "I‘ll guide you," said the poor, honest Cute." Hear, however, we hadn‘t best carry a lantern for we may be seen." So That night he went to Flood‘s place. He said they had better go several miles around to the deacon‘s placeâ€"go through the woods so they wouldn‘t be seen, Flood said the precaution was good, but did rot know the way through the woods, 1 _ 3 7ZCC NC HKe Deacon Candle. When December came and he saw the deacon‘s turkeys were fat and big like his own ho became jealous. Now the deacon‘s success couldn‘t hurt him, because his own turkeys were time and much in demand, so he was sure to get a good price. But just the same when he saw 300 fine birds on the deaâ€" con‘s place he was sore, and quite forâ€" got he had 400 fine ones of his own. A few days before Christmas he went to a poor man in the village and said: "You know we all have to ship cur turkeys to the city toâ€"morrow. Now you have only 60 ang i you did get a big price you will be hard up for the rest of the winter. I know how to make prices higher. _ You come with me to Deacon Candle‘s toâ€"night and cut holes in his turkey houses and let the turkeys all fly to the woods. He will not be able to catch them in time to ship them toâ€" morâ€" row and the people will have to pay high prices for yours. The poor man, whose name was Bill Cute, pretended to agree with the mean man. But really he didn‘t agree with him at all, but like most men he was honest, so he devised a cunning plan. That night he went to Flood‘s place. He said they had better go several miles around to the deacon‘s placeâ€"go through the woods so they wouldn‘t be seen, Flood said the precaution was good, | Luls ces 5 ooo ds 2 it 1 be would walk three miles to | match to light the kitchen fire Flood did‘nt like Deacon Cand December came and he saw the turkeys were fat and big like he became jealous. Now the dexernn‘t asamess Lolk of those men that hated to see other peoâ€" ple prosper. He lived at Mountainville and "riz" turkeys like nearly everybody else around. He made money, because he fattened the turkeys well. The only time he was generous was when he was feeding his flock before Christmas, He begrudged the grub he gave himself and his wife, Deacon Candle said onee that of those "There‘s the barns," said Bill Cute. tz t 4 KID GOBBLER. mean man and his @, so he was sure to But just the same ne birds on the deaâ€" sore, and quite forâ€" said she. "I He was one advice mas, He mself and once that borrow a name body, andâ€"God. bless us, every one! Christmas comes but once a year, yet its blessings may last a lifetime. poor glad; cheer the aged; comfort the sick; do everything we can for everyâ€" hodv. andâ€"God bless us, every one! Still be thly light displayed, Oh, Bethlichem star! Nor fade Until the circling systems no more are. â€"Sennett Stephens. Let us bury old grudges and forgive as we are forgiven; bcatter good wishes and thought far and wide; make the High in the East it gleamsâ€" This radiant star, Whose beams Are more to man than all the planâ€" ets are, Out of the past‘s dark night There shines one star, Whose light Is more than countless constellations I When the Christmas bells ring out they ring in a flood of golden memories. The dreams of youth, the romance of spring, the poem of the bride and of the first child, the autumn of content and nowâ€"it is Christmas again, there are empty chairs and vanished faces, the web of life‘s mingled sorrow and joy is fastened about us, we have known love and peace and grief and pain, _ and still, thank God, it is a good world, we are glad to be alive, and able to look forâ€" ward in hope to a yet brighter life beâ€" yond. Memory is a strong rope that binds the soul to good or ill. A man can never become utterly bad while there remains with him the memory of the beautiful home Christmas. A woman cannot grow callous, who has the recollection of the dear old mother and the kind father who made the centre of loveliness of the Christmastide holiday _ and merriment. ‘ Let us be kind and loving to each other, for memories all round the world u‘e‘ busy with past Christmases, and this «me will abide with those who yet mayl wander across the seas. OLD CHUMS, OLD LOVES, OLD TIMES. Andb %rnnt them a blessing in forest and riar. The wild old fox may pause in his chase o‘er the hill, ‘The crow mount on high with aerial asweep, And afar o‘er the snowâ€"drift Bob White anâ€" swer shrill, As bruin turns over to satisfied sleepâ€" While allâ€"the wise owls in their nightly piatoon Give a happyâ€"goâ€"lucky, ‘"Hootâ€"toot," to the moon . â€"From Fourâ€"Track News for December. ‘"‘Merry Christmas to you, sirs," methinks they would say If language allowed them express a desire, So pause in the midst of your feasting toâ€" (By Bingham Thoburn Wilson.) As you sit in the midst of a jolly good feast wm:h viands and wineâ€"cup imparting goodâ€" cheer, May tbhee l:ost tip a toast to the bird and the as That braves the stern winter te stay with us here. So drllnk to the fox that roams over the glen, May the quail find a gormand‘s desire in the snow, Pleasant dreams to old bruin who sleeps in his den, With a right merry Christmas to you, Mr. Crowâ€" And the wise solemn owl, may no trouble prevent The moonâ€"challenged hoot of his hearty conâ€" tent. Next morning he found the "spirit" of his motherâ€"inâ€"law had carried off his watch and purse, his trousers and his greatâ€"coat. t No answer. "Shall L hear from you toâ€"morrow?" Raps are very loud in the direction of the door. "Shall I ever see you?" He waited for an answer, but none came, and he turned over and fell asleep. Three very distinct raps. "Are you happy ?" } Nine raps. "Do you want anything?" A succession of very loud raps. "Will you give me any communication if I get up*" la w There was no answer, and the queer noise stopped. "Anybody there?" No answer. "It must have been a spirit," he said to himself. "I must be a medium. I will try." (Aloud.) "If there is a spirit in the room it will signify the same by saying ayeâ€"no, that‘s not what I mean. If there is a spirit in the room it will please rap three times." Three very distinct raps wer in the direction of the bureau. "Is it the spirit of my sister?" No answer. "Is it the spirit of my â€"mol "Who‘s there?" shouted the occupant of an hotel bedroom, as he heard a noise in the corner of his room. _ ‘vey as well as people to destrucâ€" tion. But for Kid (iobble‘s sake let us hope that he has been dieting himselt of late and has not been following in the footsteps of his late brother, Irosperity has (Ii\'éésr-â€"\va;;; turkeys as well as people tion. But for Kid (Cohhla‘s PUptrrnssintias. i. dE 100141 without offering a crumb ladies present. He shook hi and gobbled so loudly that inine turkeys put their si gether and declared: _ "W man Goble Gobbler is. don‘t of the old woman THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM, 999 ONLY ONCE A YEAR. CHRISTMAS SPIRITS. the spirit of my _ motherâ€"inâ€" A Christmas Toast. so loudly that all the femâ€" s put their silly heads toâ€" declared: "What a lovely iinknFobe .o 5.98 .. 3 C bbl _ a crumb to the fair He shoq!( his rad wattles and finished the crust raps were given this Christmas. of _leqding *‘ ‘Remember St. Nicl soul live through yours ‘‘Now _ Santa Claus is just the Dutah name for St. Nicholasâ€"a kind of pet name, because they loved him so. And, so you see, although the body of St. Nichâ€" olas died, his soul lived on and on always. in tae hearts of the fathers and mothers, ‘"So from that time the spirit of St. Nicl and knocks at the door all the people, and says *‘ "The body of St. Nicholas is gone, but we must not let his soul go from us. Let us keep hbis spirit in our hearts, each of us. Then he can never die." l do it in the name of the Christ Child.* ‘"‘Well, at last good old St. Nicholas died, and all the children cried, and all the fathers and mothers cried, too. Beâ€" fore the next Christmas came around the grownâ€"ups put their heads together and ‘‘When the grown people asked why he spent his money in such a foolish way. he wcu_ld say, very grave and sober: P rante?"" @34 4600 M stt P istsc hss Cl "Always on Christmas day he would put on a special coat, very big and long and full of pockets, and every pocket would be full to the brim with all the things that children love.‘ ‘"Dolls?"" said Margy. ‘"‘Skates and rifles?" asked the Boy. "All the things," said Father. ‘‘Maybe no rifles, because that was before they were invented. But, anyway, he was funnyâ€"looking, â€" all knobby and bunchy. o PNOe oo oo oron v c oi w t L P 1 "Let‘s see," said the Father, as he settled Into the big arm chair, with a child on either side. «‘"Let‘s see. We were talkâ€" Ing about Santa Claus. Shall I tell you & story ?"* ‘"Oh, yes, Father." ‘‘Well, long, long ago there was â€" a Good bishop, and his name was Nicholas, and he lived in a farâ€"away country. He loved children with all his heart, and the little girls and boys used to follow where he went on his walks through the town, and the littlest ones he would carry, and the largest ones would hold onto the skirts of his gown in a ring around him, and he would talk with them, and laugh with them and icach them songs to sing. ‘‘Then sometimes he wouid find a sunny corner. in the square, and the youngsters would cluster all about him, and he would tell them wonderful stories. The children would poke around in hbis pock‘e'ts and find candy and things. With Margy on his arm and the Boy holding to his free hand, they wen tinto the cosy sitting room, where the wood fire was snapping and crackling and the flames _ were â€" leaping and making | jolly shadows in the corners where the winter deu!( had begun to creep. ‘‘Sara â€" Plckett said there wasn‘t any Santy Claus, and we was just foolish to think so. Only bables believed in him.‘" The smile died out of the Father‘s face. He said: ‘So Sara Picket said that, did she‘ Poor Sara Pickett. Let‘s go in by the fire and talk it over." ‘"‘Hullo, youngsters; what‘s up? Margy, you‘ll never be a man if yo Father picked ber up tenderly in his strong arms, and right away the ache at heart felt better. Father came in from the barn, and up the steps like a boy. He whistled as he took off his jumper, and put on his coat. He whistled as he came down the hailâ€" way. Then, as he caught sight of the two solemn faces at the door of the sitâ€" tingâ€"room, one of them swollen and tearâ€" stained, he stopped his whistle. Mr. Hammersâ€"!{crc‘s a gold plece. Buy her a muzsle. The Boy grew soberer and soberer. ‘"‘Marâ€" &y." hbe said, after a long time of thinkâ€" ing. "if we gotter give him up, we just gotter. _ But first let‘s ask Father. He‘s coming up the lane now, with a load of pumpkins.‘* ‘‘She saidâ€"she said," Margy sobbed, "that there wasn‘t any Santy Claus at aiil, and that our fathers and mothers got all our presents for us, and that Santy was all humbug, just a sort of makeâ€"believe, to fool the littie tads. And she said, Sara Pickett did, that you and me was too old to b‘lieve in such nonsense." AT THE CHURCH FAIR. Miss Sweetâ€"Woe are taking up a collection to buy the Margy was crying and the Boy looked very serious and dismal indeed. O at time, every Christmas St. Nicholas comes round, the doors of the hearts of and says: St. Nicholas, and let hbis Margy, ery.‘‘ in his SORRY HE SPOKE, Loving Husbandâ€"A penny for _ your thoushts. Wifeâ€"They will cost you more than that. I was thinking how { should like diamond earrings for my Christmas present. In view of the enorimnous pressure upâ€" on the post office system at Christmasâ€" tide," says this ingenious gentleman, "when everybody, not unnaturally, is impressed with the importance of puncâ€" tuality in the delivery of their _ cards of greeting and seasonable gifts, which under the present system .is impossible, I suggest that the postâ€"office should isâ€" sue a "Christmas stamp," tastefully deâ€" signed ,and acquaint the public that any arcels or leters bearing this stamp may ge posted at any time during, say, the month of December, it being understood that all such letters and parcels would be forwarded, at the convenience of the postal authoritrfes, to their destination, but would not be delivered to the adâ€" dresses until Christmas Day or its eve. It seems to me that any temporary inâ€" convenience experienced by local postâ€" masters under this scheme would _ be more than counterbalanced by be im mense relief felt in the great postal cenâ€" A London eorrespondwat makes an inâ€" teresting Christmas sugzestion. London Idea That :s Hardly Likely of Realization. "Will he live in our hearts, too, Fatherâ€" Margy‘s and mine?" "He surely will, if you let him." ‘‘Margy,‘"‘ whispered the Boy, as they lay in their beds, and all the lights were out. ‘"Lei‘s you and me carn some Christâ€" mag money and be a Santa Claus spirit to Father and Mother." ‘"Let‘s," said Margy, from her corner of the room. And they both went wandering in the Land of Pleasant Dreams. Margy and the Boy looked up with happy eyes. ‘The story made things . so plain and true, and lovelier than _ ,the old way of believing. But a new thought had struck the Boy. § and Aunts and uncles and cousins, and even brothers and sisters, And you can tell that to Sara Pickett." Fix we, then, on Christ our eyes, May we feel the Saviour nigh, May we meet around the board, All rejolcing in the Lord. Be the Babe of Bethichem near, As we smile the season‘s cheer; And each gladdened heart and tongue Joins the angels‘ Christmas song. Welcome, Christmas, for thy voice Calls upon us to rejoice, Not with foolish, idle mirth, Born and perishing on earth; Far be the ungrateful thought, ‘‘Ours are blessings dearly bought." Dearly bought, but freely given, By the Lord of earth and heaven. Welcome, Christmas, welcome here, Happy season of the year, Fires are blazing, thee to greet, Families together meet. Brothers, sisters, circle round, Loudest laughter, joyous sound For Canadians like to see CHRISTMAS POSTAGE STAMP. All Welcome, Christmas, her children welcome thee soprano a CI,:rm!nn preâ€" "TPHARBMD In kneeling adoration they ‘told the ONTARIO ARCHIVES TORONTO With hearts beating hard with exâ€" pectancy, the shepherds made their way to the inn. For a moment they paused before the rude cave. "Can He be here?" "There must be some mistake." "Well, let us go in «nd see." Then they entered to find themselves in the ruence of the baby king. The King who toâ€"day rules in love the hearts Then heaven could obtain the angelic host no longer. for they burst the midâ€" night sky, thrilling the hearts of men with a song ne‘er heard before, a song of peace and good will from heaven‘s allâ€"gracious King. When the song had ceased and the celestial radiance had slowly followed the angel choir into the blue of the night, the shepherds looked at each other with wondering eyes. "It is true." "God be praised." "Let us seek the child." And they hurried toward the town. With eager feet they climbed the hill and hastened through the quiet, deserted streets. _ How unconscious was . the slecping _ multitude of the heavenly guest! How sceptical and angry or even abusive they would have been if aroused and compelled to hear the story of the wondrous night. f "Fear not, for I bring you good tidâ€" j ings of great joy. In the little town otl Bethlehem is born to you this night & , Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And | this shall be a sign upto you: ye shall j find the babe wrapped in swadding clothes and lying in a manger." A And as they sat, wrapped in the peenâ€" liar calm of this holy night, suddenly a wondrous vision «@appeared in their midstâ€"a being whose radiant light trailâ€" ed from earth to heaven, whose countenâ€" ance outshone the moon and stars; and as the men, in bewildering, blinding fear, fell on their faces, the sweetest voice this world had ever heard breathed in purest musi«« ; Gradually the coarse noises of the day ceased, and the little city, bathed in the moon‘s silvery light, lay white and still beneath the softâ€"eyed stars; the same â€" silvery light flooded the Judean plain below, where faithful shepherds watched their huddled flocks. _ As the night grew chilly, the men gathered about the flickering fire, and talked in low tonesâ€"of what? 1id they know this was the holy night? «The night for which the cycling years had longed? Jt was very still. The tinklé of a bell as a sheep turned in its sleep; the whirr of a night bird‘s wings, even,‘the murmur of the wind in the distant olive trees had ceased and a thrill of expectancy filled the air. _ The men about the fire, conâ€" scious of the subtle hush of natural sounds and tinkling with a presentiment of something unusual, furtively watch with anxious eyes t‘pe shadows of the night. How very still it is! At the close of the short winter day, a man, past middle age, and a young woman riding a donkey, slowly climbed the Judean hill to David‘s city. _ Exâ€" hausted with the long, rough journey, and longing for seclusion and rest, they sought the only inn of the town, to find it already full to overflowing. The only accommodations for these late comere was the rude cave, which served as the inn stable, and the acceptance of this humble shelter has made it a pivotal point in all time. The ostensible reason for this great gathering was the decree of an earthly king, Caesar Augustus, for all of the line of David to come to the city and enroll their names for the census; the hidden reason _ was the decree of a heavenly king, who had said that His on should be born in Bethlchem of Judea, and the time was ripe for the fulfillment of ,prophecy. Bethlechem was crowded with guests. All day its narrow streets had been thronged with people; every house was taxed to its utmost capacity to meet the unusual need. :MWM""MOO W«M Pa says, dear Sandy, I should think at this time of the year Of other thi«s besides just what you‘re goin‘ to br‘ng me, dear. Thet 1 should bear in mind just what took place on Christmas Day, Of ‘"‘tidin‘s glad, goodâ€"will to men," an‘ them goes on to say, That yon:re only nice an‘ kizd to little boys that‘s good, imatia‘s ; Ansd Who cever tear their pants as‘* clothes, buts plit the kindlin‘ wood, So Sandy, dear, remember me, «n‘ all them bad boys shun, An‘ bring what po ealls "~»« . "*m, an‘ DON‘T FORGET THAT GUN got a stack, An‘ we‘re all fixed up for turkey an‘* there ain‘t no lack of pie, But drop a ton of candy an‘ ice cream as you go by, The sled‘s wore out, an‘ so‘s the skates, so mind an‘ put ‘em down, An‘ fetch a horn that makes a noilse that‘s heard all over town; An‘ that ain‘t balf that‘s on my listâ€"in fact I ain‘t begun, Oh! make a note for oranges, an‘ DON‘T FPORGET THAT GUN: I guess an autermobill will be the next upâ€" on the list (Â¥ou needn‘t bring no kerosene, there‘s heaps that won‘t be missed), I don‘t know how they‘ll get it down the chimney or the flue, An‘ my stockin‘s, they won‘t hold it, bui I guess my pants‘l! do, For in one leg alone last year, you put a train of care, But if they won‘t do, and you won‘t tell, I‘ll go an‘ borrow pa‘s, There‘d be one leg for the pony, an‘ in the other one You could stow the autermobill, an‘ have room left fer the GUN. You can bring along some peanuts, about ® hbalf a sackâ€" You needn‘t bring no apples, for ma, she‘s I need a pcay next thing, dear Sandy, an‘ If you Will bring him roun‘ I‘ll show the boys some circus tricks that‘s new. He won‘t go in the stockin‘s I‘m hangin‘ on the bed But you can leave him in the barn and + that‘ll do instead; An‘ ‘twill save you lots of trouble for it makes a heap of mess Aâ€"luggin‘ of a pony down a chimneyâ€"flue. 1 guaess; An‘ bring a saddle, bridle,, bitâ€"a nickelâ€" plated oneâ€" Likewise a ton of bay and feed, an‘ DON‘T forget that GUN. It‘s one of them "twentyâ€"twos,‘ dear Sandy, that I need, The sort a feller uses when he‘s got a pauâ€" ther treed Or is holding up the Deadwood coach, an‘ handy for to use, In standin‘ off a whoopin‘ band of Rapaâ€" hoes or Siouxs. ‘They‘re handy, too, when Jones‘ cat comes roun‘ our yard to sing, Or Brown‘s piggons squat about an‘ to the fenceâ€"rail cling, There‘ll be a most excitin‘ time an‘ of such heaps of fun, If you‘ll only mind, dear Sandy, an‘ bring along THAT GUN. An you just a line To hope you‘re well and tell you that I‘m feeling extra fine. And, oh! I‘m looking forward to your comâ€" in‘ roun‘ this year, An‘ I thought 1‘d let you know just what to bring me, Sandy, dear, I know you‘re awful good an‘ kind to little boys like me, An‘ that is just the reason I‘m aâ€"writia‘ ___ to you, see? Dear Sandy Claws, Iguess it‘s time I wrote Oh, the wondrous dreams of that mother‘s heart as she aissed the dimpled hands and feet and worshipped the babe who had come to sway the world with His gentle, mysterious power. Well for her if she could not see the many weary miles those baby fet must tread; well, if she coud not know of the tired body, exhausted in bestowing the healâ€" ing power of that tender hand; well that she could not foresee his childhood playmates secking His life. One fleetâ€" ing glimpse of these thisgs, of the hatred His gentle life would arouse, of the pieced side and agonizing cross, and her heart must have broken. _ But we know it all, and for these things alone we love and adore Him. POOAO0A04044044444444444444+4 mother of the angel‘s visit, of his mesâ€" sage to them, and o1 the singing host, and she, cuddling the babe to her pure and innocent heart, graciously received their homage, acknowledging this to be the Holy Child, whose birth the angel choirs announced. AND DON‘T FORGET THAT GUN. ‘fore 1 mention other things, an‘ through the list I run, e @wful grateful, Sandy, if you‘ll bring along a gun, Thirza Richmond. Baronet Who Was a Policeman, (London Daily Mail.) Sir ‘Thomas !u.u-. who has just died Dublin at the age of 62, was l’or’:m ~.= a member of the Royal Rrish Constabulary, There were originally large family ectates in Dublin, Kildare and Carlow, but litigation by the fifth baronet @ them. ‘ On the death of his father Sir When Mary the Mother felt faint hands Boat at her bosom with life demands; And nought to her were the knecling kings, ‘The serving star and the balfâ€"seen wings ; Then was the little of carth made great, When Mary the Mother gave of her breast, To the poor inn‘s latest and lowliest guestâ€" The God born out of the woman‘s sideâ€" The Babe of Heaven by earth deniedâ€" Then did the burt ones cease to moan, And the longâ€"supplanted came to their own. When Mary the Mother forgot the pain, In the stable of rock began love‘s reign, Whenr that new light on their grave ever P EC oWE EdT TT TT The oxen were glad, and forgot their yoke, And the buddled sheep in the far hill folg Stirred in their sleep and felt no cold. Atd the man came back to the God‘s esâ€" To serve at a manger with kings in proyer ‘Then did the day of the simple_kin And the unregarded folk begin. When And i And t But hark, was that the winter wind That shook the chimmey tail, And made the soot in flaky showers Upon the hearthâ€"stone fall? Lo! while the drowsy golden beads Are nodding in a row ‘The saint has filled their stockings a Among the crowded cenements, Up many a narrow stair, The dawn goes stealing like a ghost To find no Christmas there, But ewmpty hands and lonely hearts Where h{ and mirth are not, And baby faces pinched and pale By Santa Claus forgot. The child of luxury awakes On Christmas morr to find A wealth of rurs and costly toys Of every shape and kind, But scattered on the nursery floor Neglected soon they die, With battered wheeis and broken s Or legs and arms awry, They picture him a jolly mar With beard of flowing whue And eyes that twinkle like toe stars Upon a frosty night. They wish for all the sornou gifts The glittering shops display; He could not bring the hait they want In his capacious sleigh. low the chocolate, used come firm. The molasses used â€" New Orleans. A variet be purchased at the From Florida‘s golden orange groves To rocky shores of Maine, A million happy children watch For Santa Claus again. They sit together round the fire And will not go to bed. But listen for the silver chime Of sleighâ€"bells overhead. A week before Christmas fondant, which can be place cover with a damp cloth an cool place until two days be mas, when it should be made various confections. This ti In packing the candies it is 1 paraffine paper and stiff bristo fit the boxes in layers. A shee then the layer of board wil} softer candies, such as chocola from crushing. Uncooked candies are mnover and no amount of flavoring the raw taste. On this accoun trouble to prepare fondant, wi basis of u{l tine cream cand not at all difficult to make structions are correctlv carrio | Candy boxes of any desired size can be punhuedutuboxhetory,orboxum- ered with the art crepe paper, sold at so reasonable prices nowadays, make attracâ€" tive receptacles. A bolt of crimson baby ribbon, a tew sprigs of holly and several sheets of white tisue paper will enable a dainty package to be sent f rom _ one‘s home, he saint has filled their stockings And vanished in the snow. aA In the December Mousekeeper Elizaâ€" beth W. Morrison gives the following hints for the preparation of Christmas sweetmeats : When Mary Kissed the Child. n Mary the Mother kissed the Child nigbht on the wintry bilis grew mild, thp strange star swung from the courts O little town of Bethichem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent hours go by. Yet in thy dark street shineth, The everlasting light; The hopes and fears of all the years All rest in thee toâ€"night. O0, Little Town of Bethichem! How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is givert $o God imparts to buman hbearts The blessings of His Meaven. Ne cear may bear His coming; But in this world of ‘sin Where meek souls will receive Him still, The dear Christ enters in. Where children pure and happy, Prey to the blessed Child, Where Mary cries out to Thee, Son of the Mother mild, Where Charity stands watching, And Faith holds wide the door, The dark night wakes, the glory breaks, And Cbristmas comes once more, O morning stars, together Prociaim the holy birth! And praises sing to God the King And peace to men on earth. For Christ is born of Mary, And, gathered all above, While mortals sleep the angels keep Their watch of wondering love. Watching for Santa Claus, CHRISTMAS CANDIES Whiteâ€"vanilla or almond cancies it is wise to cut ind stiff bristol boards to and broken springs, â€"Phillips Rrooks Leslic‘s Weekly 18 ty ays before Christâ€" ) made up into the This time will alâ€" i in dipping, to beâ€" d can also be purâ€" and always state ue; pistachio or egg yolk can be a few drops of mode shade and Forto Rico or of flavoring can rugwists by the lute a guide in e; green vellowâ€" 1 pan cloring, f pink, amount le from t