The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-12-19

paper in her hands saying she "was too poor
to live, and rosy Christianity lifts its dmpled,
jeweled hands and is terrified 'that people
can do such things. s-A
Cosy Christianity! that rises from its boun-
tiful beard. from its delicious wines with their
delicate aroma, wines that lived in the heart
of the great purple grape on the vine-clad
hills of far off lands, and had their export and
their import and then confer their transport.
Comfortable Christianity that rolls its elegant
armchair with its royal colors Of purple and
gold to the ireside, and gazing into its glow
ing depths wonders show that last little
speculation will come out" National Chris
tianity! that assumes the Office OF nation
and takes the oath of Office in the name Of
the great Creator, and solemnly swears to
administer its laws fairly and faithfully unto
all. and then
"Palters with Eternal God for power,
And tells the truth to serve the hour"
Don't shake your editorial head at me as if
to ssy don't write that. Can not suppose
case? And don't clip the white wings Of my
Young imagination with your editorial shears.
l believe I mentioned to you that my castle
was said to be haunted. know now that it
is. When the shadows softly fall and hide
my castle wall, hear a chime of bells in one
dark. little room. Not iron bells that clash
out sound. but sweet-voiced bells that ring
sad music. / SEQ figures Of little children,
with bare feet and long worn clothes, and they
set their words to the music of the bells, and
I hear g Christmas is near" and they paint
their earthly paradise in doll or drum or a
pair of pink Shoes see mothers with anxious
faces wondering how they can cover the cold
| little feet, and cheer the warm little heart;
and see men cursing the land OF their faith
ers. And now, fancy hear you whisper
sapiently, comes
| Christmas and Charles Dickens
As usual, you are right In one of the
most beautiful of his Christmas stories, one
perhaps least known and most filed with soul
and literary merit, Dickens closes thus, "Lord
keep my memory green" He wrote for the
people of the world-it we'll becomes one to
raise in simple accent her note of praise. In
many places throughout his works he pleads
for the remembrance of the dead.
In shadowy magnifcence; amid the buried
heroes of great nation, all that is left OF him
save his immortal memory, lies. Many of us
are linked by the loss of a child to the life
into which he has passed. Let such of us
that have the means, seek out some little
child, and with the memory of Dickens full
upon us, gladden. and crown its Christmas
and SO keep his "memory green" Who has
written moro sacredly and tenderly of child
hood than he? Who has en- wreathed Christ
mas more gloriously? for through all his
stories there runs the teachings OF the Chris
from whom Christmas was born. And if my
simple letter can stir one warm heart, and sc
convert the gentle thought into the charitable
deed, and make one poor woman and hel
child happy on this coming Christmas, shal
be glad and proud to know that have helped
to answer the prayer, "Lerd. keep my mem
DRY green;" yes, aud warm and living in active
love. I shall be proud to know that in thu
wonderful realm of thought the name o
Charles Dickens has been associated with tina
of Your friend,
| KATE LIVINGSTON.