The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-12-19
Christmas carols.
RY NARY z. G. wYErII.

10 was Christmas Eve all over the
world. In a thousand homes loving
hearts, happy or sad, were filled with
thoughts OF kindness, and sympathy,
and love. Busy hands were weaving
offerings for the morrow, and busy
feet were Fastening home ward Ia
cncerful, waiting firesides. In a
pleasant homestead young girl of
sixteen was busily engaged IN adding
the finishing touches 10 some dainty
bit of Workmanship. She formed a
pretty picture herself, as she sat curl
ed up IN the deep window sill, where
the iire-light, frightening in the twi-
light, flashed its warm color over her
shining hair and delicate cheek.
Her soft, dark eyes shone with the
subdued bnt earnest light, and the
1.-the figure managed the dainty ma
! teTial of her work with a graceful def
I manipulation attractive to the be-
/ holder. The behOlder was a gray
! haired man, who occupied the great
armchair in the window corner of
the fireplace, and who leaned upon
his cane and watched the pretty
maiden, fair young Rosamond, at her
| work, and smiled to think how like
she was another RosamOnd he had
known, and loved, and buried, in the
years so long gone by.
keep good watch, Grandpa said
/ the fresh young voice. Don't let
4 anybody send along your side 'unbe-
( knownst,i as Biddy says. Pm so
afraid papa will steal a march on me.
| Isn't il a beauty? Won't he be pleas
Z ID CnFr7n IF-anHro
/ dear, don't look so solemn and owl
| ish. It's Christmas Eve. What are
you thinking of so deeply? ."
The old man looked up and smiled.
al was thinking, Rosie, of how
! good and how pleasant 1t is TO have
Christmas come, and to have one day
in all the year on which there is much
good will. I was thinking how all
these love gifts that we make to each
other, and all the kind feelings we
have toward one another, go to form
/ a precious love-gIft to the Lord OF
Christmas. Indeed, the peace on
earth and good will TO msn' that pre-
walls on Christmas Day Is the Glory
to God in the Highest"
"That's beautiful, Grandie, dear, -
exclaimed the young girl. ats a
genuine Christmas Carol. I always
did say that my Grandpa's freside
lectures were sermon and hymn all IN
one. Oh, dearie me, here comes papa
up the steps, with his arms full ol
bundles. Let me Tun.n And gather.
ing up her work Rosamond went
from the room.
/ at the same hour that Rosamond's
papa assembled the steps of his beauti.
ful home, another father entered the
door of an humble cottage not far dis.
tant. He bore no Christmas bundle.
in his arms. His eyes were sad anC
his manner detected. Before the
! cheerful fire, whose ruddy blaze lit uF
the small, low room, young girl wa
kneeling while she toasted slices o
bread for the evening meal.
"It's Christmas Eve, Papa sht
said, with a lively nod of welcome
"StOop down and give me a good
sweet, cool kiss; this fire is toastinl
my cheeks IS well as the slices. Nam
ma is putting Bud to bed. He wen
to sleep on the rug and lCouldn't wax
up. Tea is all ready. l wish Harry
was here.n
Maybe il was the cheerful fire
warmth, or maybe the bright yOun!
face and CHEEKY tones of the littl
daughter that wrought the charm
only know that the sad eyes brighten
ed to fond smile as the father lOoket
lovingly into the upturned face of hi
child. The room was cosy and com
Portable, although the furniture wa
plain and the Rdornments of the sim
plest kind. The table was spread 70
tea, and the cloth, and cups and ssu
GERS, and plates, were speckless ant
lshining, and laid with scrupulOu