Brenham Weekly Banner. (Brenham, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 51, Ed. 1, Thursday, December 24, 1891 Page: 3 of 14
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IBSllE pastor was in
-ii bis study his
brow was fur-
:And wisdom to
guide him rightly for many a day he'd
.And there was not a single volume on the
shelves above or below
That could throw any light on the problem
that puzzled and vexed him so.
Tor the harvest season was over and Christ-
mas was close at hand
.And the glow ol the rising splendor already il-
lumed tho land;
-And there on the desk before him in orderly
The sermon he meant to deliver to his peoplo
on Christmas day.
So 'twas cot this that disturbed him nor was
he a moment vexed
.Uy any doubt or "delusion in regard to his
-For he preached but a simple gospel in lan-
guage as terse and plain
-As the smooth round pebbles that David took
- - when the mighty giant was slain.
The pastor thought of his little flock the chil-
dren great and small
-And great was the loving-kindness with which
he regarded all; f
And yet a wave of troubfo ran over his heart
They thought much less of Jesus Christ than
they did of Santa Claus.
Tor one and another whispered their words
had an eager ring
"What shall I get on Christmas? What will
' Santa Claus bring?"
And as everywhere and ever the thirst for
The charm of a kingly presence was missed
from the royal feast
' The pastor sat in his study when his good
wife opened the door.
And together they held communion and talked
tho troublo o'er;
And she being quick of fancy in a moment or
two had planned
A. better way for keeping the day that was now
so close at hand.
'The pastor gave tho .notice from the pulpit
next Sabbath morn.
And to brain .and heart; like a swift-winged
dart was the starlingimessage borne
Tor he spoke in words of iflre the truth' they
must all believe:
"The Mastcrlias said: 'It is far more blessed
to give than to receive;'
-And if at the Christmas season you'd be richly
and truly blest.
Bring hither your votive offering and let it
be of your best
-And give to tho poor around you with generous
heart and hand i
That peace and good-will to men may fill tse
length and breadth of the land."
Twas early in bleak' December the barrels
came rolling in.
The farmers sending their choicest from well-
Stored barn and bin:
There Wire' app'es and pears in plenty and
pumpkins yellow as gold
.And nuts and potatoes together enough for a
And bags on bags of flour and of coffee and
chests of tea.
And strings of onions and peppers oh ! 'twas a
goodly sight to see.
And the work of nimble fingers to such an
amount was there.
It seemed as if the collection outrivaled the
There were dolls of assorted sizes and some
that had been much used.
Tor the little folks had nought else to give and
not a gift was refused;
Tor the pastor would teach the lesson to chil-
dren of tender years
.That the gift that secures a blessing must be
- consecrated with tears.
Oh ds "" c!ear Christmas dawned that
' -seir- the churcn was h holly drest
And:the belU raaS out a merry chime that
echoelrpm east to west;
-AnlarounamA altar and down the aisles were
baskets and barrel "V".5-
IThile.up on the pulpit ana Into the pews the
:gif ts had overflowed.
"it is fa:: more blessed to oive than to
Oh happy were pastor and people as they gath-
ered from near and far.
Their hearts revived and illumined by the
light of Bethlehem's star;
jia happy tho poor and needy to whom were
the good things given
" QLORY TO GOD IN
That carried a blessing with them and lifted
their souls to Heaven:
For out of this rich abundance the hungry were
The caked were clothed and the sick and sor-
rowful cheered and comforted;
And so great was the joy of giving that pastor
and people felt
As if with tho wise men of tho east at the
Saviour's feet they knelt.
Oh never a brighter Christmas had dawned on
the dull old town.
Never had richer blessings been scattered so
And taught by tho Holy Spirit their selfish
greed to subdue.
All hearts rejoiced and on Christmas day was
the Christ child born anew.
Josephine Pollard in Demorest's Monthly.
HAPPY NEW YEAR.
To One and AH the Young the Old the
High the Low.
A happy new year to you child of
to-day! May you know more of sun-
shine than of cloud and more of glee
than of sorrow; may your tumbles and
bumps be few your laughter be fre-
quent and long- your play be unre-
Twas the night before Christmas.
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even
The stockings were bung t
chimney with care.
In- hopes' that St. Nicholas
would be .there.
The children" were nestled
in their beds.
While visions of sugar plum:
in their heads.
And mamma in her kerchi
in my cap.
Had just settled our '
When out on the
such a clatter
I sprang from
was the mi
Away to the
Tore open the shui
op the sash.
The moon on the breast o
Cave a luster of midday to
When what to my
But a miniature slei
With a little old driver.
I knew in a moment it
'be St. Kick
More rapid than eagles n
K Jthey came.
And he whistled and .shout ei
called them by name
Now. Dasher now. Dancer mm
Prancer and Vixen
On. Comet on Cupid ou Doiixier
To the top of the porch to the top
of the wall '
Now. dash aw ay. dash away
dash anay all
As dry leaves that before the wtia
When they meet with an obstaclt.
mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the
coursers they flew.
With the sleigh full of toys and
St Nicholas too
strained your sleep refreshing your
A happy new year to you bright
youth of our city and country all hap-
piness in the ambition the joy the
friendships the competitions and flu.
rcwCrls of school life. Success to you
ill the criueavor whereby the firm en-
nTing basis of true manhood and of no-
ble Womanhood are laid; with what suc-
cess ttmes .two-fold happiness happi-
ness tcJofShCTs and happiness to your-
selves (kf forth gayly and confidently
into the n'eW year O you who are
beautiful in the fresh vigor of your
A happy new ye'ar to you young
man! We know ybuV secret! Your fal-
tering speech your' diverted glances
your smart attire tlieso' and other tell-
tale signs have betraj-ed'you and there
is uncommon sympathy' iu our hearts
as we bid you a happy new year. But
to be happy you must be' brave. Go
like a man and speak your mind to
her; pour out into her willing' car the
full measure of j-our soul; she has a
gentle heart and she will requite' you.
It is not well for you twain to' live
apart; but your happiness is within your
comprehension. Fate is propitiouspthe
time is ripe and the girl is willing.
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And why do you blush coy maiden
as we address to you the compliments
of this happy season? Can it be that
a qualm oppresses your tender con-
science? Have you been playing the
coquette O! monster of ruthlessness;
have you been i eveling in the anguish
which your bright eyes and pretty face
have entailed? We cannot bid you be
happy when we know that you unde-
serving should not and cannot be
blessed with happiness until you have
made reparation. Hasten to pluck the
brand from the burning; save the cal-
low but honest William ere he alto-
gether perish in the delightful torments
which your charms inspire.
To you whose lives are hallowed
with the grace of maternity not one
but many many years of happiness!
Live long wives andmothers of this land
to see the little lives you have cherished
so tenderly expand into beauty and use-
fulness; live long to know and feel the
sweet rewards of gratitude of venera-
tion and of love. Survive those hours
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" I KNEW IN A MOMENT
of pain (rf cruelty of watching and of
oaimee nve inrougli it all dear pa-
tient martyrs to' share the peace the
repose the contentment the compensa-
tions of the future that surely wait for
sttieli as you.
VVo' wish a h.innv nnw mil- in i;m
whoSc'life is inspired by honorable pur-
pose dflfl whose strength' is expended in
honorablW cndMrnr imoflMW i.:-
condition; -Whatsoever his environment.
long life to' Inm we say and may this
new year if i do not find him already
advanced in the way to success and hap-
piness point and'eonduct him thereunto.
A happy new year too to you grand-
mothers and grandfathers everywhere!
Look out upon all around you and see
how passing fair the evening is; and all
that is to be heard invites contentment
and repose. You hear voices too that
we do not hear they have never been
quite forgotten and they speak to you
in the sweetly solemn twilight of flic
morning that followeth the evening
and of the waking that cometh' after
the folding of the hands to sleep:
Yes to all the young the old the
hisrh. the low n linnnv tiiw t-ci- o
happiness arising from and tempered
wmi wisuom iaun nope ana charity.
Eugene Field in Chicajjo News.
EARTH PEACE GOOD
A Little School Uoy'i Christmas Speech.
I want a horn for Christmas
That makes a lot of noise;
I want a drum
And a top to hum.
And wagon loads of toys.
I want a sled with runners
I want a chair that rocks;
I want a ball
The most of all.
And lots of building blocks.
I want a little table.
I want a pig that hollers
A gun that shoots.
And rubber boots.
And a bank chuck full of dollars.
I want a bag of marbles
I want a chest of tools;
A woolly goat.
And a painted boat.
And a wagon hitched to mules.
I want a game of checkers
I want a bell to ring;
A dog that barki.
And Noah's arks.
And oh! 'mostrjrfAt;ig
Eva Best In Detroit Free Press.
if MUST BE ST. mCK.-"
Answering npam. rreet.
raying courtly comp. .ure bent.
louE and old on pleai.
Jfow these wishes old ana '
Every one I wish for you
With a loving heart and true.
Yours be every blessing bright.
Every blossom of delight.
All good angels guide you. dear
Kound the sunny circling year!
Words In Jtehalf of the Children
in the Holiday Season.
15e patient with children's racket
these holidays. We feel sorry for
boys because they are not exempt from
troubles and one of the worst is sup-
pressed hilarity. To want to laugh and
still maintain gravity; to see the min-
ister's wig getting twisted and yet look
devotional; to discover a mouse in
prayer-time and yet not titter; to see
the young bride and groom in church
try to look like old married people; to
have the deacon ilron thi nnti-;in;rr.
plate and spill the pennies and yet look
sorry for the misfortune; in a word to
bo a boy with fun from the ton hair on
WILL TOWARD MEN.
the crown of the head to the tip end of
the great t6e and yet make no demon-
stration is a trial with which we are
deeply sympathetic. To sit on a long
bench at school with eight or ten
other boys all able to keep quiet only
by utmost force of resolution and some-
thing happen that makes all the rest
snicker while you abstain requires
an amount of heroic endurance
we never reached. I remember well
how a rattan feels when it arrives in
the open palm at the rate of sixty miles
an hour. In my first ten years I sup-
pressed enough giggles smiles chuckles
and yells to have ruined me for all
time. I so often retired from the sitting-room
when we had company to
the wood-shed where my mirtli would
be no disturbance to anything but the
ash-barrels that I have all allowance
to make for that age of life which is apt
to be struck through the titter. I still
feel the boy in my nature when ludi-
crous things happen as when a city ex-
quisite came into the prayer-meeting
And t&tftl in a twinkling I beard
oa the roof
The prancing and pawing of tacb
drew m my bead and was.
chimney St. Nicholas
ntb a bound
ras dressed all ra furs from bt3
to his foot.
clothes were all tarnished
toys he hoi fcssg oil
cd hue a peddler just
iey twinkJedS ! bis-
ent C Mooa5-
whisk-cane in hand and fanciful eye-
glass on looked sublimely around on
the audience as much as to say: "I sup-
pose you all see that I am here" and
then sat down where a chair had just
before stood but from which place the
usher hadinadYertentlyvcm0v5d.it Had.
it not been for an extemporized cough
and sneeze and active use of the pocket
handkerchief on my part I should have
been hopelessly ruined. Talmage in
N. Y. Observer.
Two Ladies Shopping. "Whatshall
buy George for Christmas?" "I
j-ow; something useful how-
'TiiIa''s Jus' '"'hat I think."
uree onournours nara
And the. ?".":. -nnl tW nnrnhnsP!
..i- iuc saiesn. '
work (for ;re antique with
a penwiper aoDe m mo- her-of-neirl
lace trimmiu an5 a m u. P
bootjack.-Bos ton Transcript.
the Address. "Can
lie Looked Ur
I see Santa Claus?"
isked the small boy
entering Fogg's toy .. .
J " . d the old man
here sonny returnt . -
i.:.u ..m j 1 "ok for him in
S nT Tour name on
my place? 'VeU.Isaw. T Itoi
the wagon he sent me ana . .
might get him to trade it ic ""i-
YEAR and a new
For hands that
and steps that
New time for toil and new space for winning
The gncrdoa of happiness free to all-
New hope for the souls long clouded over
With possible sorrows and actual pain;
New joys for comrade and friend and lover
Tho year Is bringing them all again.
New days and hours for the patient building
Of noble character pure and true;
For faith and love with their radiant gilding.
To make the temple of life anew.
A Happy New Year and a trace to sadness.
Its every moment by God Is planned;
Whatever may come whether grief or glad-
ness. Must come aright from a Father's hand.
He blessed the old in its dawning thenceforth
His love wa3 true to us all the way.
And now In the hitherto shine3 the henceforth.
And out of the yesterdays smiles to-day.
We would have power in this year to brighten.
Each lot less blessed and fair than ours;
The woe to heal and' the load to lighten
The waste soul-garden to plant with flowers.
May every day be a royal possession
To high-born purpose and steadfast aim.
And every hour In its swift progression
Make life more worthy than when it came.
Mary-Bowles 1a Golden Days.
ALL A MISTAKE.
And So tho poor Fellow Lost His Christ-
On Christmas morning three or four
years ago'T started out for a hunt with
a Mississippi planter and when we had
gone about half a mile "from the house
we came full upon a colored man who
had killed a pig -weighing about one
hundred pounds and was dressing it.
He had no warning of our -approach
nut exercised wonderful nerve. As
soon as we came 'up he removed his
hat bowed very low and said:
"Kurnel I war jist comin' up to de
house to restore you my thanks. 'Low
me sah to say dat Iaebber dun depreci-
ated anything like Sis present o' yours."
"What present boy!"
"Dis yere pig sah. I was dun outer
meat an' I can't tell you how much
obleeged 1 ar'."
"Look yere boy!"
"I don't knowyou. You are a stranger
in this neighborhood. You ran that
"Why kurnel how you talk! Doan
you member dat day las' July when you
was down to Biloxi?"
"No sir I wasn't down there in July I"
"Ar it possible! An' you didn't tell me
to come heah an' get a shoat Chris'mas?"
"Nebber dun tole me nnffin'?"
"An' dis ar' your pig?"
"Wall! Walll It's mighty quare dat
I made sich a mistake. Mebbe it's on
'count of dat tree which fell on my head
las' winter. Did you want de pig car'ed
up to de house kurnel?"
"I do. Take it direct to the house
and then make tracks!"
"Suah kurnel suah! I'll take it
right up an' den hurry right away.
Sakes alive bat when dat tree cracked
my head all de sense mus her run right
"wall! wall! it's lnarrrr quake."
out! Good-by kurnel. I'll leab de pig1
right at de house an' walk right off. No
harm kurnel. All a mistake on my
part. Nice pig kurnel an' I -wish you
many returns ob de same!" Detroit
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