The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1870-12-24

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correcting as much as ever did the hrst
proof OF printers devil, and before lies
edition is worked off another year for expor-
tation to eternity, why ought we not TO re-
solve that the errors which now mar the
sullied page shall not stand against us Wnen
the volume Of our history is finally revised by
the Author of the universe? Thanking God,
them for present blessings, let us use them
as the best OF besoms to sweep out litter
from the attics and cellars of our poor human
nature, aud brush down the cobwebs OF care
that have gathered in its dark corners. Nor
should we extend these favors to the body,
and, as it were, put clean shirt upon the
soul, for the reason that tomorrow we
die" but we are to do these remembrance
OF the time when q sin-sck world first
began to experience the cheering symptoms
OF convalescence.
Tomorrow the civilized world-all peo-
ples and nations, knit together by mighty
thought-will become one great family.
Happy bells will send as their greetings to
each Christmas fire
"Gocd will and peace peace and good Will
The burden Of the Advent Song"
And in myriad of homes, the same festi-
val that every year has stirred the heart OF
mankind, will again gather youth and age
around the happy freside.
A Christmas family party What magic
there is in the name. What man or woman,
sending memory on its grateful errand, does
not lnger with dush Of happiness upon the
associations that are recalled. The COM
ing home from school, the greeting oil
parents, brothers, sisters, cousins and aunts;
the welcome of the old-time nurse in her
fresh bandana and Immaculate neckerchief;
the roaring fires in the parlors and bedrooms;
the wonderful hampers, and the handsome
girls hooded and booted for any sort OF
Christmas fun. And Christmas Eve! How
the great tree-very mighty in our young
imagination planted in the middle OF the
table, sparkles with its multitude OF little
tapers that find reflection in our dancing
| ewes, while we wait for the distribution OF
the toys, that peep like fairies from among
the leaves Grandpapa and grandmama are
there; brothers who have just come from
school and college; uncles from the cities,
and maiden aun!s, with pockets full OF love
and bon-bons. By-and-by bedtime ar
rives, and we little ones are sent to dream oil
Santa Claus, and wonder what our stockings
will be t-eghted with, wheM at daylight We
hurry from our trundles to the chimney jam.
The evening concludes with the time-honor-
cd Christmas dance, and glorious game OF
blnd-mans-buii, in which tho pretty girls
take refuge behind the window curtains,
and get mad iryou fail to make your
eliptical salutes with vim. The old peo
pie, all delight, sit in the cosicst corner OF
the fireplace, and slipping their egggg-nogg or
stesming applejack, watch with glisteniug
eyes the lively youngsters who remind them
of Merry Christmas long ago. King among
the musicians is the hoary-headed old Ethio-
pean, who has played dance-music in the
family for quarter Of century, and to-
night, all mellowness, he scrapes his fiddle
until it shrieks with fifty stomach aches;
while dusky house-servants, peeping In at
the windows and door-ways, keep time
with nimble feet to the jolity Of the hour,
and all goes ''merry as music bell" And
so ends Christmas Eve, but only to usher III
the chcerlulness OF the day to come. And
that day All, how crowded with memo
ries. Memories Of I home-galherlnS OF oil
the accessible members OF the family circlei
of home ties renewed, and love warming
| every heart. Memories OF your mother, who,
with tender thoughtfalness, and grateful lor
her own pleasure, has sent hcaping bask-
cts OF good things to the families OF her
poor neighbors, who, but for her ta'yeSSe,
would have had no Christmas. Memories OF
the last Christmas blessing ever asked by
him who presided; of a room all aglow with
ruddy light, and board spread with such
an array of fealhered phenomenon in every
stage of sissing excellence, gigantic pud-
dings blazing iu brandy, and choice wines,
with the bouquet of whole generations in
them, as make US think, in these changed
times, we have been living in dream.
But MOI Christmas is just us real to US
to-day as it ever was to our foreluLhers.
Our children will recall its happy scenes,
just as we guther the tangled ends OF our
own "reminiscences. Friends are as true,
and affections US tender around US, now,
as when we ourselves were budding into
serious men and women; and if we do our
duty, changed as may be our circumstances
the season will preserve all its sacred charm
for US and our little ones; and the lesson
will continue to be written upon our hearts
"This do in remembrance OF Me !" And so,
Merry Christmas to you all, aud COP BLESS
US, EVERY ONE !!
| Remem mbcr the Poor.