Brenham Weekly Banner. (Brenham, Tex.), Vol. 26, No. 51, Ed. 1, Thursday, December 24, 1891 Page: 7 of 14
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AM tho Christmas
Como andtako a
See my tapers
See my strands of pop-corn white
See the presents row on row.
Stringing swaying to and (ro.
Oh tho strange and motley trait
That I bear from branch to root!
In the forest dim and vast
Where my early days wcri passed.
Never dreamed I such estate
E'er would bo my happy fata
But they came and blow on blow
The strong choppers laid mo low.
"Wanted mo tor Christmas; so
Here I am and I can sec
That there really could not be
Much of a Christmas without me.
Ding dong! Ding dong!
Oh tho music sweet and strong!
In the steeple bell I swing.
And ring and ring andring;
For I am the Christmas bell.
And my glad notes surge and swell.
And better than aught beside I tell
Of Love's dear birth of peace on earth.
Good will to men. Now what. I pray
Would bo tho merry Christmas Day
"Without tho clang and surge and swell
Of Me tho Happy Christmas Bell!
And now I pray just look at in-
Mr. Christmas BelL Mr. Christmas Tree.
In boasting just be pleased to pause.
For I you can see am Santa ClausI
And neither of you are I'll bo bound.
Of much account when J'm around.
High and low and rich and poor
I corns with gifts to every door.
It ever the time should come about.
When the over-wise ones vote me out
And I should g w ith'my deer and sledge.
Over oblivion's outmost edge
Out of tho dear world's sight and ken.
What would become of Chrismas then?
So. Christmas bell and Christmas tree.
Be a little more modest and look at ME
Oh ho! ob. ho 1 what's all this fuss?
Better keep still and look at us.
Now tell us true old pine-wood tree.
If wo weren't hero where would you be!
Would you ring out so jolly clear.
Old steeple bell if we weren't here!
And you old Santy whero'd you go.
If it weren't form I'd like to knew!
For in spite of all you can sing or say.
We boys and girls make Christmas Day.
Carlotta Perry in N. Y. Independent.
MY CHRISTMAS RIVAL.
Somchow just then the drowsy smile o'cr-
camo Tho restless dimple midway of her chini
And sleep's moist finger Quenched tho hazel
Her curling lashes jealously hedgo in.
How sweet her slumber is my thoughts di-
I'm sure a yellow love-lock strays athwart
Tho coverlet as it it sought to shiuo
Close to the happy beating of her heart.
She dreams butnot of me. Toowell I know
Whose image sways her sordid little soul;
A stalwart gentleman this favored beau
Not young and rather stout upon the whole.
His head hath white of many winters' frost.
His beard Is boar his brow is marked of
But in good stead of graces he has lost.
The beauty of his treasuro is sublime.
In fact I had some worthy gifts of him
Myself in days not passed beyond my mind;
'Tis true his kindness now looks somewhat
As bygone favors often do I find-
Yet on this Christmas eve they give me pause.
And lend me grace his triumph to survive.
Reign over her in peace friend Santa Claus
She'll flout your claims next year when she
Eva Wilder McGlasson.
HAT a funny
some one a
iesson for a
then life is a
and men and
women are the pupils and as long as
we live there are lessons to be learned.
Grandpa Wyman was a very unfortu-
nate old man because he had forgotten
something. Aud what he had forgotten
was something which old people ought
always to remember and that was
that when he was young he behaved
very much like a child and a very child-
ish child at that.
But now when he was seventy years
old Grandpa Wyman seemed to expect
that his grandson Jack aged eight
years would behave as well and know
almost as much as his father; and that
Bertha aged ten would be as indus-
trious and almost as quiet as her
mother; but one day Bertha and Jack
and Jack in particular taught Grandpa
Wyman a very useful lesson.
It was just before New Year's day
and that you know is the great time
for making resolves but Grandpa Wy-
man hadn't thought of making any re-
solves; he seemed to think he was a
pretty good old man and he really was
but we are never too old to determine
to do better in a coming year than we
have done in the past.
Well this afternoon just before New
Year's day Grandpa Wyman had gone
to the library to find a book and when
he found it the room was so dark he
went behind the curtain to read a mo-
ment and while he was reading Bertha
and Jack came into the library. The
children were not generally allowed to
play there at all; but this afternoon the
furnace fire got rather low and the
.nursery was o?of; so mamma said tf t&ey f
jKtU? 3fe'fif'BfJH 'ff
wouldn't romp but would play quietly
they might amuse themselves in the li-
brary for awhile. Grandpa Wyman
behind the thick curtain was about to
order them out when Jack said:
"Oh I tell you Bertha let's play I
was grandpa and you was mc and play
I talked to you just like grandpa does;
that'll be a good quiet play."
Bertha laughed and said: "Well wait
'till I get papa's old dressing gown and
a pair of grandpa's specs; there's a pair
lyin" around loose in his room."
"You better not let him catch you in
his room" warned Jack.
"O I know better than that" said
Bertha as she scampered off.
In a few minutes she returned and
laughed merrily at the figure little Jack
cut in his papa's dressing gown and
"Xow you must be doin' somethin'"
began Jack; "it doesn't make much
difference what and I'll make my voice
awful growly just like grandpa's."
M Pill Wn : H life
Bertha took a book and began look-
ing at some pictures.
"Bertha! Bertha!" said Jack puffing
himself out in his efforts to make his
voice 'growly;' "don't you think you
better go be hclpin' your mother 'stid o'
lookin' at foolish pictures? When
was a boy there was always somethin'
useful to be did by children."
"Mamma doesn't want me" whined
"Why don't you sit up straight?"
again quoted little Jack; "you'll get the
round slioul'ers the first thing you
know; when I was a boy it was the
fashion to sit up propily not in that
Bertha giggled at Jack's voice and
"You laugh at me miss!" he cried
dropping his growly voice for a little
scream of pretended anger. "Why I
never did see such disrespec' in all my
life never! When was a boy my
mother'd a took my head off my shoul'-
ers if I laughed in anybody's face; but
there! chil'rcn isn't what they used to
Bertha giggled again.
"Tain't fair to keep laughing" com-
"Well you do talk so 'xactly like
grandpa" said Bertha "and act like
him too; but I'll try not to laugh any
She put down the book and began
looking at Jack swinging one foot as
she sat in the great library chair.
"Is it nee'sary for you to keep that
foot a-wagglin'?" asked Jack. '"Tain't
mannerly for a child to sit a-swingin'
her foot right before my eyes. When
was a boy foots were made to walk
on not to swing about."
"Please I never was a boy" said
Jack's face grew awful with sudden
"Did I hear my own ears?" he ex-
claimed; "I shall go imegitly to your
mother and ask her does she 'low you
to speak sarsy to mc? When i"was a
boy anyone who spoke that way to
a grandfather got put to bed and kept
there for a week!"
Jack started on a prodigious stride
toward the door but had taken but a
step or two when he tripped on the
long dressing gown and fell headlong.
At this both broke into a loud laugh
but Grandpa Wyman behind the cur-
tain made never a sign. When Jack
got up he threw aside the dressing
gown but the spectacles to his real
distress had lost one of the glasses.
"Oh dear me! here's one o' the glasses
out- o' the specs" he wailed; "what
ever shall I do?"
"Xever mind." said Bertha cheerily
"tell grandpa the truth about it that's
"Oh but he'll scold until my head'll
ache" said little Jack. "I say Bertha"
he added soberly "what do you sup-
pose makes grandpa so cross?"
"I guess grandpas always are" re-
"No they ain't" said Jack. "Harry
Swan's got a grandpa that lives with
him and he says he's just elegant; tells
him stories and takes him to walk and
'splains things beautifully as they go ;
along. I'd love Grandpa Wyman if he
was like that."
"Well he never will be" said Bertha
in a discouraging tone "because when
he was a boy the children never did
anything wrong; they were all just like
grown-up people and never did the
least thing out the way."
"I bet they did!" said Jack promptly.
"Why Jack" replied Bertha "what
makes you say that?"
But Jack was in a decidedly defiant
state just then. The thought of having
to confess about the glasses seemed to
have soured the good-natured little fel-
low. "I bet he acted just like any other
boy" persisted Jack. "I wouldn't won-
der a speck if he was just a horrid kid
when he was little only he's forgot all
about it all now. Only think how old
"I don't think you talk pretty at all
Jack" began Bertha seriously; "after
you go to bed you'll think about it."
"Io I won t
said Jack; "all I'll
think 'bout by
that time '11 be
scolded "bout his
old glasses and
said when he was
boy chil ren
WAS A BOY."
never touched any thin' b'longin' to their
grandfathers; now you see!" with which
knowing observation Jack marched out
of tho library followed by Bertha.
But after supper something remarka-
ble happened; oh something very re-
markable indeed! Jack like the manly
little fellow he was went up to Grand-
pa Wyman and said:
"Grandpa I'm very sorry but Bertha
and I took your spectacles to play with
this afternoon and I broke .one of the
glasses out. I think papa '11 have it
mended if I ask him to."
Grandpa Wyman swallowed hard
then said comfortingly:
"Never mind my little dear acci-
dents will happen. I remember doing
much the same thing once when I was
a little boy; so no matter grandpa
doesn't care at all."
Jack's look of utter wonder almost
made grandpa forget himself and ask
the child what on earth he was staring
at but he checked the impulse in time
and the next moment Jack's hearty re-
lieved: "Oh thank you grandpa"
made him feel very comfortable.
That night Grandpa Wyman laid
awake a long time making resolves
and there came a day before the win-
ter was over when on passing the
nursery door he overheard a few re-
marks which made him feel very
thankful he had made the resolves for
the new year and had kept them too.
Jack was talking and just as grandpa
was opposite the door he caught these
"Ho! I really love Grandpa Wyman
now; I hope he'll live forever! but I
didn't use to wish so."
"I wonder what changed him so?"
came in Bertha's voice ; "he seems like
a new grandpa. What a nice little story
that was he told us last night about the
way they coasted when he was a boy."
"It's jolly to hear 'bout when h'e was
a little boy nowadays" said Jack. Then
he repeated Bertha's remark: "I won-
der what changed grandpa so?" "I
think" he added in his droll little way
"that the old Grandpa Wyman run out
the door when the new year came in
and a new Grandpa Wyman run in!
Out in the hall the new Grandpa Wy-
man said softly to himself:
"That's just about it my otvn little
Jack! You and Bertha made the old
grandpa so ashamed of himself that he
did bid himself good-by as the old year
went out and when the new year came
in I really believe a new Grandpa Wy-
man came with it one who has sense
enough to remember that when he was
a little boy he was very much the same
as little boys are nowadays."
And Grandpa Wyman deserves a com-
pliment for it is a very wise old man
who learns so well a plain simple les-
son. Mrs. Harriet A. Cheever in Chris-
tian at Work.
One little girl in an up-town fam-
ily anxiously inquired of her mother
Christmas eve if she thought Santa
Claus would go in the dining-room as
she had told him in her letter she
wanted a dolly and she was afraid Santa
would see her old one and think she did
not need one. She finally hid her doll
in a basket and covered it up and was
sure she had fooled old Santa when a
new dollr was found in her stockincr
Christmas morning Dtica Observer
S USUAL with
me lately I had
come from my
tired and de-
was a cold
stormy night in the middle of winter.
In my library was a brightly-blazing
fire; on the table a student lamp with
colored shade which filled the room
with a rich and mellow light.
An hour may have parsed for I dis-
covered that I had been napping when
I heard the patter of slippered feet in
the hall and a moment later my little
daughter came in for her good-night
In her dainty night robe she kneeled
by my chair and said her "Now I lay
me." I thought I heard a little sigh as
she finished it. She climbed into my
lap and kissed me time and time again.
There seemed to be a sweet and pe-
culiar tenderness in her childish ca-
resses. At length she skipped away
with her nurse to bed calling back to
me from the stairs: "Goodnight! Pleas-
ant dreams and happy birthday."
While she was caressing me so xro"
fusely I heard a little click in my letter
rack where I placed my letters to be
ready for the morning mail. Reaching
over I found a dainty package and read
this address upon it:
ei :. :
: -..3 : :
: is"' : Stamp. :
o r .
. a ... .. .
: - To God :
: u In Heaven. :
I turned it over and over in utter
amazement. Iu one of the. corners I
found the evidence of grief two little
blistered spots. What can this mean? I
said to myself. At last the thought
dawned upon me that the nurse might
have placed it there to gratify seme
childish whim of my little daughter.
Debating what to do I finally decided
to open the package before mailing it
intending to close it again for I saw
it had been properly stamped aud
sealed. This is what I read aloud to
myself and what more I read between
the lines is too sacred for mc to repeat:
"Dear God: I am a little girl and I livo in
Philadelphia. Nursie says everybody knows
where Philadelphia is so of courso you do. I'm
too little to writo very well and Nursie says it
has been a long time since she went to school
but she thought you wouldn't have much
trouble in reading her writing so she is goidg
to do it for me. She says she will write just
with beauty the. brightest
J and fairest. It I
' I "filieth the air with" "
its piney perfume and
hpnrpth fniif" rirhp:f nnrl
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rarest. Its tapers a-sparkle
are shining their rays on happiest faces
I around it and children's I
'iN sweet voices are ringing its 'N fe
praise and O they right merrily
sound it. The dear little baby is brought
in to see its very first
and crowing and clapping wee hands in its glee.
II it grabs at the tree full of
made young and all beaming with love more joy than the
j children are knowing while v
angels rejoicing sing anthems above
with tears that for gladness are flowing. On
this beautiful tree are gifts straight from the heart
from children to father and mother from parents to children
which ever impart sweet memories
Tree of Christmas! that sparkles
unsparing; well may the glad angels who watch irom aDove rejoice
ON EARTH AND GOOD WILL TO MEN.
what I tell her to and this is what I want to
"My mamma died last year and I want to
talk with her so much that I thought you could
find her and give her this letter from me.
"I hope it won't trouble you much and if you
will do it I will try to be a very good littlo girl
and say my prayers every night. Good-by.
"My Dear Little Mamma : I wonder if you
know how cry very much 1 miss you! Some-
times I think I hear you calling me and I run
to your room to sec but everything there
is stilt Then I come back to my little room
and have a cry all by myself. I told Nursio to-
day how much I wanted to see you and talk to
you. I guess sho had something in her eye for
sho wiped it a long time with tho corner of her
apron and when she was through sho asked
me If it wouldn't be nice to write you a letter
so this is tho way she fixed it.
"Sho said I must write a littlo letter to God
and ask Htm to find you and give you this let-
ter from me. So I told God I would bo a very
good little girl and say my prayers every night
and so I guess you'll get this. It seems solong
since I saw you mamma. Everybody told me
I would get used to it by and by but I don't.
You used to tell mc suca pretty sto -ies about
Heaven and the angels. Arc you an ungel now !
How funny it must be to lloat around in the
air. You used to tell me not to cry when you
were sick so long because you would be very
happy where you were going.
"I wonder why people look at mc so funny.
They always look sad when they see mc Some-
times I ask Nursie to tell mo why but she don't
seem to know. You looked so pretty mamma
when I saw you before you went away. I have
a little pansy you gave me yet. Papa has one
too. He takes it out and kisses it every little
while. I wonder what makes papa so still now.
He doesn't have much time to play with me
either like you.
"Sometimes I want to put my arms around
your neck and kiss you just before I go to sleep.
And then I look out of my window 'way up to
the stars and wonder if you are up there.
Nursie is real good to me and glues my dolly's
head when I crack it.
"I'm so sleepy now mamma I have to hold
my eyes open with my fingers.
"Good night dear little mamma.
" From your little darling.
"P. S. Old Tabby has some more kittens.
Two are white and two are black."
The letter dropped from my hand.
While reading these loving words I
lived my whole life over again flow
selfish and sordid it all seemed to me
now. The picture stood out in bold re-
lief the artist's hand was that of a
child. How long I sat I do not know
I BEAD MARY THE LETTER FROM MAMMA.
but before I went to my room I had
written this letter frommamma to Mary:
"My Dear Little Dahusq: Ihavo just fin-
ished reading your sweet letter and not a very
little one. cither. And how do you think I did
it! Looking over your shoulder as Nursio
wrote it for you. This will seem very qucerto
you and I cannot make you understand it now
but you will some day. So papa did not need
to send your letter to mc and he wanted so
much to keep it I told him he might. I think
it will do papa good too whenever he reads it.
"After you went to sleep last night I kissed
you in your little bed just as I used to. I think
you must have felt it for you smiled very
sweetly. I saw papa go to your room and kneel
down by your side for a long long time and
be kissed yon cry gentiy.
"He had hiijpansy and your letter with him
so I knew ha vvas thinking of me too. You
wish to know-1S2 about Heaven my little one.
You shall by and by better than I can tell you.
But I'll tell IhUmuch that it is more beautiful
than all the pretty stories I uscrd to tell you.
Don't think about it too much my little one
but play you have a pretty Heaven where you
"I am always so happy and you must not be
sad for me. It will not bo long before we are
all togetber again. I think papa will have
more time to play with you in a few days.
The ByH.C. Dodge.
TrpA nmv ic in rft
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Christmas of pleasures
s. . s
treasures. The old folks
nothing can smother. All hail!
with love and bends with affection
"I was so glad to know that Nursio is so good
to you. Give her a kiss for me. Pet your little
kittens for me too. I told all this to papa last
night in his dreams and he will write it out for
me. Pleasant dreams and happy days and a
merry Christmas to my precious darling. Your
loving angel MAMMA."
The world looked strangely different
to me the next da3. I seemed to find
sunshine in unexpected places. Faces
which before were blank now lighted
up with meaning.
I handed my crippled newsboy a quar-
ter for my evening paper and forgot to
stop for the change. I hurried home at
night with a lighter heart for I carried
in my pocket mamma's letter to Mary.
After dinner I gathered my household
together in the library. With Mary in
my lap I read to her the letter from
mamma. A breath from Heaven filled
our hearts and home that night. It was
Christmas eve and our home has seemed
more like Heaven to all of us ever since.
J H. MaeKendree in Phila. Press.
HE stocking3 were
hung by tac
St. Nick with bis
itjjr noa Mjuc
nut mamma ana papa ox course couldn't sleep
Without stealing down and first taking a peep.
The great joy of Christmas tho sweetest that's.
Upon their glad faces is faithfully shown
And while they are playing "St. Nick" in the
A word to "us old folks" wo wish to remark:
O don't you remember with thrills of delight.
The waiting and watching for Santa Clause
How. eyes all a-sparklo and cheeks all a-flamew
Ycu eagerly counted tho days till it came.
And then how you "hung by the chimney wiLht
The biggest long stockings that mamma coulct
And marched with your brothers and sisters U-
Where visions of sugar plums danced througb.
O never a night was so long as that seemed;
You couldn't get sleepy you tossed till yoa
At last came the morn when you quickly arose.
Almost too excited to button your clothes.
Then downstairs you rushed to the parlor's.
Then paused hardly daring to further explore
Lest caught might be there. Tnen Hurrahr
what a shout
You gave when you found Santa Claus was.
That moment supremo you can never forget.
Its ever good influence clings to you yet;
"Tis sweet to look back on and live thronght
The joy of your lifetime 'twill always remain-
So give to your children that memory bright.
Of childhood's most wonderful Christmas de-
light. And hang not one stocking but two for each
For nothing's too good or too much for St Nick-
H. C Dodge in Goodall's Sun.
HAT if this yeaxK
shsuld be my
That e'er anothet-
year shall come-
iiy pugnmago on
earth be post
in the tomb I
It may be so. I caa-
The future gives no secret out
What is to be she guards full well
And leaves the searcher still in doubt.
But as I know not therefore I
Will act as tho' this year should be .
The last beneath the sunny sky
That e'er kind Heaven shall give to me
With sympathy my heart shall beat
For every creature God has made
And love to man divinely sweet.
Each moment shall my breast pervade-
Kevenge or hatred shall not find
Within my being room to hide ;
And malice poison of the mind.
Condemned itltb. serpents to abide
Each day shall see some duty done
Some act of pure unselfishness;
And everywhere my feet shall run
To help a brother in distress.
Tho' many years may como to me.
Like those now numbered with the past
A priceless pearl this one shall be
As tho' indeed. It were my last
G.W. Crofts in Inter Ocean.
"Vhat a lot of things Santa Clans
brings into the house" mused a little
fellow "since father failed in business.
Christmas flattens out many a fat
Santa Claus forgets all the bad things
we ko. -'
It is a bad boy who ties his new tiri
rattle to the dog's tail.
The destructive boy who pokes a holer'
in his drum won't annoy bis neighbors.
The bad boy who doesn't grow good'
at Christmas is beyond all hope in- this
The cute boy always' looks to see if
there is a hole in his stocking before-
hanging it np.
"It was very kind of Mr. Lavish to
takemy two girls out for a sleigh ride""
philosophized the butcher "but I wish
he had given me the ten dollars the
sleigh cost on account of his meat bilL."
THE NIGHT HEFORE CIIKIST3TA5.
Mouse Well this is a picnic! Lifts.
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