The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1869-01-14
Psesry.
.VRS. SANTA CLAUS AND JESSIE
BROWN.

You'yE heard of good old Santa Clans? ay, doubt
less all your life;
Though not of him I'm going to tell, but of his
And pretty little Jessie Brown, an orphan, you
must know:
The story it was told to me long, long time
ago.
One stormy nich--'twas Christmas-time-whe
all the children round
Hung up their stockings. knowing well with
treasures they'd abound:
Then scampered laughingly to bed, to dream
Their little hearts all hu;tering with gladness and
delight.
But there one poor little girl-her name was
Jessie Brown
Who with her dear Cranffafher hved here In
Brookhaven town;
But he old and very poor, and oft his tears
Upon the little face of her, his darling one, his
all
This Chris.mas-eve their scanty meal was eaten in
the dark,
Yet Jessie looked as bright and glad as any sing
ing lark:
And when beside her grandpa's knee she lispcd
her evening prayer
She looked so sweet Won w0uld have thought an
angel had been there:
Then with the - good night " kiss she crept into
her ''trundle" bed.
And. smiling, asked. " VIII Santa tiaus come,
now mamma is dead?''
II hope he will" her grandpa said, and turned
away his head:
Then. on a nail hing up with care, ner stocking
soon he spied.
With many threadbare patch, although TO mend
it she had tried
And when he thought her last asleep he took it
from the nail
and by the freight You could see his face looked
strangely pale.
His fingers trembled as he sighed, "My precious
little deari Es1
Oh, would had a thousand crowns I'd put them
all in here
Then in the stocking dropped some nuts, aud
hung it up in haste.
And walking to the door, looked ont upon the
dreary waste.
Bat as he looked beauteous form before him did
appear:
I; was a lady, but she seemed as from some other
sphere
Her mantle all embroidered o'er with glist' ming
flakes of snow
Her hair like sparkling strings of pearls or dew
drops seemed TO glow:
I-pen her feet were sandals bright of frost-work,
such as seen
At morn. when glints of sunlight fall upon the
And Oh, her ewes they were so bright, like
twinkling stars they shone,
As in a gentle, dove-like voice, her errand she
made known
Il am the wife of Santa Claus, and with him came
to town.
Because wished so much to see sweet little Jes-
sic Brown;
You'll not refuse me. I am sure, an entrance at
your door:
The good give the choicest gifts out of my beun
teous store
Then from her head string of pearls she hastily
unwound
Each pearl a virtue was their like elsewhere were
never found:
And from her pocket forth she drew hour glass
filed with sand,
That into golden crowns would turn if touched
by Jessie hand
Then in the stocking, worn and cid, she let the
jewels fall.
With many other wondrous gifts too numerous
10 recall.
And filed it up with sugar-plums, the sweetest
e'erwere known.
And whispered soft in Jessies ear, - These things
all your own.
\ low. sweet whistle then was heard-twas Santa
Claus. they saw.
Who, waiting all the while outside, now called
bis wife away.
To every house they went that night throughout
BrOokhaven town.
But none such priceless gifts received as little
Jessie Brown.
-HayJer'S Weekly.