Connecticut western news., 1871-12-22
: UHRISEMAS,CAROISa

It was Christmas Eve all e over the world. In 8 thousand homes loving hearts, happy or sad, Merey yHHed with thoughts of kindness, and sympathy, and love. Busy hands were weaving offer ings for the morrow, and busy feet were hasfaningshnnewndd xo eh3effhl5 waiting firesides. In asPleasants homestead Q young girl of sixteenl was busily engaged in adding the finishing touches to some dainty, bit of work kmanship. She formed, pretty picture herself, as she sat curled upin the deep window sill, where the freight, brlghtening in the twilight, flashed its warm color over her shining hair and delicate cheek. Her soft. dark eyes ishone with 9 subdued but earnest light, and tke little figure managed the dainty material of her work with grace ful and delft manipulation attractive to the beholdeE The behol ldef was gray haired man.. who occupied the great arm chair in the window corner of the fire place, and who leaned upon his cane and watched the pretty maiden, fair young Rosamond, at herr work, and smiled to think how likeBhe was to another Rosa. mond he had known, and loved, and buried, in the years SO long gone by. .s 2.
 Keep good watch, Grandpa, said the fresh young voice. sUon't let any. body scud along your side tunbeknownst,a q as Biddy says. Pm so afraid Papa viii steal 6, march on me. T wouldnst have him totsee this for a pretty Isn't it q beauty 'Wos't he be pleased with it l? Come'h0w, Gfandie, odeaF, don'S look So solemn end owlishse It's Christmas Eve. What arc you thinking of so deeply P
 The old man looked up and smiled.
 ssI was thinking, Rosie, of how good eoa eoas plsssiHss ssd Sss s1Ss Gsy % sss year on which there is 50 much good will. | was thinking, how all these love gifts that we, make to each other, and all the kind feelings wealiave toward one another, 20 to form a precious loye-cift to thSsEofd 6f sChGstnfaase Ind deeds q speace on earth and good will to man. that prevails on Christmas Day is the <Glory to God in the Highest. ''' ? a',72
 'sThat's beautiful, Grandie dear. n ex- claimed the young, girl, ssIt's genuine ChristHas CaY6l. Il ' al ways did say that my Grandpa's 6reside lectures were ser mon eud hy@H all ipTones yOh. edearia me- here comes Papa up the steps, with his arms full of bundles Let me run. 5 And gathering upzhek work Rosamond went from the, room. s,..s .s,. ..o,. s.s,s
 At the same. hour that .Rosamond's 's papa assembled the steps of his beautiful home, another, father entered the door of an humble cottage not far distant. He bore nos Christmas bundles in his arms. His eyes were sad and his manner dejectedg Before the cheerful fire, whose ruddy blaze litaups the small, low room. 8 young girl was kneeling while she toasted slice of bread for the evening meal. l5s,s 7c. g.,, s@ ,.,s.,...v s,. ..'
 It's Christmas Ave,s Papa. she said. with lively nod of welcome. tStoor down and give ms good, sweet, eoo kiss :; this fire is toasting my cheeks as we'll as the slices. Mamma Is pusti1iip Bud to bed, He went sound asleep On the rug and sooaldnt wake up. Tea is all ready. cL,wish Harry was here, "
 Maybe it was the cheerful fire warmth, or maybe thea bright young face and cheeiy tones of the little daughter tliai wrought the charm I only know thaj the sad eyes brightened to fond smile as the father looked lovingly into the uptufnea face of his child. The room was cosy and comfortable, although the furniturea was plain and the adornmentt of the. simplest kind. The table, va spread for ten, andgthe cloth, and cups and saneerg, end plates were speckless and shining, and laid; d;4with scrupuloui nicety. The teapot simmered on tlf, hearth; and within saD0ths0 Oval of hu ashes lay the mealy brown Jackets Cha were to form the evening meal. q 4 sThs mother entered the room and greeted her husband with, a smile Atethe sana, moment boYfsh voice wsS heard aats tf,. door, and . pair r:of stamping feet on thi doorstep kept titne, 10 1aT sort of rud. melody that the boys voice sang to ths WOIOS sssis bib ffsrs,s .s-5-zs-t. .-s.s3et.s
 Now it is winter, and Tan discontent, '.s
 My coat ia sonaswhat like an ugly rent,e z ..
 And all tho snow from 6f the top Of tho hous
 Came down into my bosom M n-l lssassfl- -ker-souse
 "Harry Mintirrn,, " you 1Sl, noisy young I S1in