The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-01-13
Mrs. Santa-Claus and Jessie
Brown.

1AOAA nSHPCE WcWkly.
You've heard Of good old Santa-C Claus /? ay
doubtless. all your life:
Though not of him I'm going to tell, but O.
mis- lovely wife.
And pretty little Jessie Brown, an orphan
you must know:
The story it was told to me q long, long tim.
ago.
One stormy night-'twas Christmas time
when all the children round
Hung up their stockings, knowing we'll. with
treasures they'd abound:
Then scampertd laughingly to bed, to dream
Their little hearts all auttering With glad
ness and delight.
But there was one poor little girl-her name
was Jessie Brown
Who with her dear grandfather lived hers in
Brookhgven town;
But. he was old and very poor, aud oft hi:
tears would fall
Upon the little face OF her, bis darling enc
his all.
This Christmas.eve their scanty meal wal
eaten in the dark,
Yet Jessie looked as bright and glad as any
singing lark;
And when beside her grandpa's knee sh Q lisp
ed her evening prayer,
She looked so sweet you would have thought
an angel had been there
Then with the . good night" kiss she crepi
into her "trundle bed.
And, smiling, asked, will Santa Claus come
now mamma is dead?'
"I hope he will,' her grandpa said, and
turned away his head; @
Then, on nail hung up with care. her stock
ing soon he spied.
With many threadbare patch, although &c
mend it she had tried;
And when he thought her fast asleep he took
1t from the nail,
And by the freight you could see his face
looked strangely pale.
His fingers trembled as he sighed, my pre-.
cious little dear
Oh, would / had ten thousand crowns I'D put
h.~-a.~ them all in here"
Then in the stocking dropped some nuts, and
hung it up in haste,
And, walking to the door, locked cut upon
the dreary waste.
But as he looked, beauteeus form before
him did appear;
It was lady, but she seemed as from som,
other sphere.
Her mantle all embroidered DER with gIis
ening flakes of snow
Her hair like sparkling strings OF pearls OF
dew drops seemed to glow;
Upon her feet were sandals bright Of frost
work, such as seen
At morn, when gllnts Of sunlight fall upon
the blades of green;
Aud oh ! her eyes, they were SO bright like
twinkling stars they shone,
As in gentle dove-like veice, her errsnd she
erT:gs~ made known:
81 am the wife Of Santa Claus, aud with hin
came to town,
Because wished SO much to see sweet
little Jessie Brown;
You'll not refuse me am sure an entrance
at your door;
The good I give the choicest gifts ou
of my bounteous store"
Then from her head a string of pearls sht
hastily unwOund.
Each pearl a virtue was; their like elseu here
you never found;
And from her pocket forth she drew an hour
glass filled with sand.
That into golden crowns would turn if touch
ed by Jessie's hand.
Then in the stocking, worn and old, sbe let the
jewels fall,
With many other wondrous gifts too numer
Gus to recall.
And filed it up with sugar plums, the sweet
est e'er was known,
And whispered soft in Jessie's ear. s'These
things are all your own.
A low sweet whistle then was heard-'tws s!
Santa Claus, they say.
Who, waiting all the while outside, now cal
led his wife away.
To every house they went that night through
out Brookhaven town,
But none such priceless gifts received a
little Jessie Brown.