Knoxville daily chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1882, 1881-12-25


de angels come down." piped little black
YonNb.
''She les prayed. nigga, an dey
coined. hcallAd out the patronizing Pete.
"I know" reached forward the smart,
wide-awake horse-boy, Don'el. Mas Ran
Gagged 'eln all down to Richmond, an
brought 'em up on Powhatans back. l
seed enc OBJ de wax arms in de box whar de
lid ship. - ,a
So You go way" whispered Nanny Rose.
g You don't desarve to see. 1ouse got no
faith mo- dan fool colt. :" &
A movement of the curtain indicated the
opening of another scene, and no sooner
were the lights extinguished, as before,
than & new picture was presented.
1t was the interior of a stable. Straw
Uttered the rude floor. rough manger
occupied one side, beyond which were
plainly visible the horns of an OK and the
upturned head of COW. In the manger,
on top of the straw, lay baby, with silver
rays about his head; and beside him sat
Mary, the Virgin Mother, while Joseph, on
his knees, held folded mantle about her
feet. Inside the low door crowded three
or four Shepherds miniature representations
of the one who had summoned the guests,
! Two others FRUSTRATED themselves near the
manager in alteration. The hidden lights
diffused q soft radiance over ell the scene.
DE Dressed Jesusn' "Oh. de hebenly
| Baby" ''Wan't he good to come so Z" and
a dozen similar ordinations filed the room,
till Col Leighton had to command silence,
lest the easily wrought emotions of the
Negroes should get beyond control, and SO
spoil ths Play"
! AS the curtain closed, soft strain of
melody soothed the fersor, and the hum OF
conversation among the white people held in
+: check the comments of the servants.
/ And now rsound as of the unloading OF
bales was heard, and tinkling movement
I as of an Oriental caravan, and q moan thai
| might have been camers. Then every
/ body became conscious of a sweet, ricl
odor diffusing itself over the room, and, as
I the curtains parted, the Virgin Mother was
seen, with the Christ Child ON her knee
Over the straw on the floor were strewr
| glittering caskets and what seemed like
! golden garments and silver cups, all piled
together, with mat-bound bundles. The
Wise Men of the East, arrayed in Ions
travelling robes, knelt with c1asped hands
before the Christ Child, and on blazing
brazier near one of them had heaped frank
incense and myrrh.
Through the dark and breathless silence O.
the room was heard the voice of Daniel, il
stage whisper:
81 don got that rozum for Mas Lucien,
followed instantly by a lunge over the heaG
from Uncle Homer, that sent the youns
skeptic silent.
The automata of the play had all bee,
moveless heretofore, with the exception o
the floating angels; but now the Chris
Child suddenly stretched forth his hands, al
if in benediction. 1t was too much for tn,
supplemented people" They rose from
their seats, they clapped their hands as i
meetings, they laughed Historically, ano
finally broke out simultaneously into one o
their Christmas hymns:
DE Lord, he come to Befe'em,
An lie among de hay;
De Lord, he come to Behe'em.
Dat fur-off Christmas Day
He come, he come,
He come to Behe'em
"De Lord, he come to Befe'em,
An wild de cattle lay;
De Lord, he come to Befe'em,
Dat fur-off Christmas Day.
He come; he come,
lie come 10 Bene EN-,
s'De Lord. be come to Befie'em,
Jes' as de angels say;
De Lord, he come to Behe'em,
Dat fur-off Christmas Day
Dress God, he come.
Tank God, he come
Dat night to Befe'em,"
Before the hymn was ended, which men
women, and children had sung with all thei
might, till the old rafters fairly trembled
the screen had been closely drawn together
the pine torches were all relit at the sam,
moment, the Woodleigh people and thei
guests were upon their feet, and Cuckoo
Christmas play was over.
Alice was the first to reach the pale
where the boy lay motionless, his hand
over his face, the big tears trickling through
his fingers
ooh. Cuckoo" she exclaimed her owl
eyes bright with the drops she would no
let fall, chow did you like it, Cuckoo
Wasn't it just lovely?n
Cuckoo gave great sob or two before h
could command sufficient voice to speak
then, reverently clasping between his owl
dark palms the white hand of his little mis-
tress, he said:
"You knows can't git down onto m,
knees, to tank you, Miss Allie, but you's
done glib me pictures fur my inside eyes t.
look at long as lib."
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