The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1872-02-29

Fearfully watching tie clouds above,
Hear from His glory the Master say
"Are ye not better far than they?"
Goodbye, Sweetheart !"
A TALE IN THREE PARTS.
BIZ RuoDA BouoHRos, AUTHOR OF "RzD A 4 Rosl Il
sHE," ETC.
PART II.-NOON:
CHAPTER II.
WHAT THE AUTHOR SAYS.
"Babe Jesus lay on Mary's lap,
The sun shone in His hair;
And so It was she saw, mayhap,
The crown already there.
"For she sang, Sleep on. my little King,
Bad Herod dare not come;
Before Thee sleeping, holy thing.
Wild winds would soon be dumb
"I kiss Thy hands, I kiss Thy feet,
My King, 30 long desired;
Thy hands shall neer be soilsd, my sweet,
Thy feet shall ne'er be tired.
"'For Thou art King OF men, my Son,
Thy crown, see it plain:
And men shall worship Thee, every one,
And cry Glory Amsnr
"Babe Jesus op'ed his eyes so wide,
At Mary looked her Lord;
And Mary stinted her song and sighed,
| Babe Jesus said mover word''
Nobody sings those old carols nova.
days ; but to me they have a heartier,
truer ring than any of the new. tangled
Christian psalmodies. Yes-it is Christ.
mas.Day, though there is neither snow,
nor frost, nor Ice; only stripped trees,
a chilly little sun, and mild west.wind.
Everybody has been to church, has
prayed, has crossed his arms, aud
yawued has stared at the hpllicd font
and the ivied pillars, at the blue, aud
red, and gold texts, that tell US the old,
old news, that ":'brist is born;" has
thought of his earthly accounts, and of
his account with High God, as the
bent of his mind iucIines him. Tom.
my has drop, ed his M, theirs smart
Pra3er-book int" puddle on his way
to church has been hoisted up on the
seat, on his arrival there has made
faces at little girl in the next pew
has broken into audible laughter, dur.
ing the Second Lesson, at something
that ticklcd his fancy in ono of the
footmen's appearance has been private.
y admoDished that expulsion from
church, and deprivation of pudding,
will be the consequence OF continued
m;rth has therefore lapsed into tear
full gravity, and finally into sleep. Now
they are all at home again Lenore and
Paul have succeeded in the object-al-
ways primary one with lovers-of
eludiug every one else, and are david
ling about in the conservatory till the
luocheon.gong shall summon them back
into tho control of the public oyc. The
proud camellias, the Roman matrons-
Cornelias and Lucretias-of the flower
nation, hide no ears under their sleek,
dark leaves the jonquils, whose gold
throats are so full Of sweets, tell no
tales.
n never saw you 10 frock.co.t aud
tall bat BEFORE" says Lenore, playtully
surveying her lover fro head to ht ;
"turn slowly round, that may Judge
uf the tout ensemLle."
''Ncr you in bonnet"
"You have seen me, however, in a
c4p," returns Lenore, with a mischiev-
Gus smile.
Paul looks little grave.
"Do not abuse itv' cries the girl,
laughing. "With all its misdemeanors,
it was blessed cap, and 1 have good
mind to be married in it,"
"Lenore, I hate that episode i!
"Do you? Well, then, we will dig a
hole and bury it; all the same" (sigh-
ing a ll,tle), "tbough l am great deal
gooder than l was, I am not yet good
enough to regret it,"
"Are you 'gooder' than you were ?"
with q fond, but rather iucredulous
SMILEY.
"Do not you think so?" she asks,
eagerly. "Have not you remarked it :?
Do not you think 1 am improvcd?"
Paul is little puzzled he has not
been here four-and.twenty hours yet ;
but, as far as he sees, she is the very
identical Lenore ttat he lett sobbinz
on the deck Of the St Malo steamer.
She is not sobbirg now, and, instead Of
q water proof, she i. clad in a smart
wiutcr.so an b.nnet with feath.
er , but, Tor the rest, he sees no change
"Have you heard me say any thing
fast ?" asks Lenore, growing serious.
ono"
"Or slangy'
] "No."