Los Angeles daily herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1884-1890, 1888-01-01
w0HEN'S DEPARTMENT,
.DrrpD By BELLE MEADE SMITH.

xDrrsD By BELLS MEADE SMITH.
rhe new Year.
Amid tho ringing. Of bells. the
rhriSkinc Of Whistles, and the boom
IN q csnons and guus, the old year
- night was called TO abdicate his
thrUne, and the new year to assume
ne sceptre which 1887 forever laid
rs3de. The Fourth Of July arouees
our patriotism. Thanksgiving Day
infuses us with gratitude, and Christ
rn,s avakens our reverence, but y AZ
Years Day appeals to our persor .ality.
The first Of the year is at one day
81 fsstivity and OF .eckonin. ;
a social intercourse and sol;'.
tsry meditation. 1t n. indeed. a
new monument In every life.
With broad tai Aet upon it, whereon
Time is sure q engrave the annals OF
q EaietX which custom has awarded
TO the occasion, the young and happy
ara Apt to forget its significance; but
n the silence Of the chamber, and
when brought face to face with the
dead past and the living future. it be-
comes even to the thoughtless sea-
,son Of retrospection. How many are
the regrets which embitter the sweet
eot cup set forth upon &. New Years
nav How many are the good re-
solves made only to be brok-
n as soon as they are
REGISTERED. How terrible are
the reflections OF him who has
in passions heat committed some
heinous crime. How torturous are
tho calculations of the merchant
Aumhling upon the brink of ruin, or
the banker, who alone knows that
through SO ne mistake or mismanage-
xment Of his, the bank he represents
il hopeless in it's arrears. The Old
year, shorn Of its power, is pitiless.
The New Year, exultant in its new
born glory, like merry child, laughs
Il dispair, and holds out its infant
hands to catch the Elusive baubles Of
the future. Yet the record Of the lost
year still stands, and no cas-
ief can We remove the blotches
which have fallen upon it.
SAD PICTURE
OF New Years Day appears in Folle-
Fasine. It is painted with the finest
AOuches of Ouida's magic pen, and
describes the profound misery OF the
moor wait who, without name or love
or care, stood i'll and desperate upon
the brink of new year. The writer
tells how the work at the mill was
stopped by the ice in the stream, how
the famished birds, tempted with poi
soned grain, lay lifeless upon the
ground, and how Hill and val
~, forest aud plain, We're covered
with q heavy fall Of snow. Then
Folle- Farine, cold and hungry and
thinly clad, emerges from the miller's
Gheeyless home to find her only COM
fSde, the grizsled Watchdog, frozen
to death beside the empty barrel that
had served him as a kennel. ellis
master has b4grudged him the little
straw needful to keep him from the
hurricanes of those bitter nights, and
h0 has persisted quietly without a
meal. like a sentinel slain at his
post" A little farther on she also
learns Of the sudden death of her
other friend Marcellus, her social out
cast to whom she was bound by ties
Q kindred misery. With fearless
eyes but q bursting heart, Folle-
EAino finds that she is utterly
alone in world which detests
her, and relief because Of its injustice
she detests; but when she reaches
tho village and looks in through the
windows upon the merry-making Of
Ne cottagers, the summit Of her dis
pair Is attained. "In one cabin" says
Ouida, "the children knelt in circle
round the fire roasting chestnuts in
tho ombers with gay shouts of laugh
ter. In another they csmped with
their big sheep-dog, decking him
With Rarlands of ivy and laurel. In
one little brown room bctrothal
party made merry; in another bright
with dutch tiles, and hung round
with dried herbs and fruit an old
woman had her arm round the curly
head Of sailor lad, home for glad ,
short hour"
A BRIGHTER SIDE
OF New Years Day is turned, how
eser, to those who are happy and
successful and who with fearless eyes
and stainless -consciences can look
back over the record of their past.
Nothing is more pleasing than to con-
template well spent year full Of good
deeds and noble achievements; moth
ing is more satisfactory than to be
able TO say as one regards the new
page in the calendar Of life. 81 have
no wish to stay the hand of time. l
an moi afraid to face the future, for /
have done wisely and we'll, and so I
shall continue to do" A record like
Ais is like the grief of one who
mcurns for the beloved and lovingly
buried dead, it is without regrets.
Impure MIX.
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