The daily state chronicle. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 188?-1891, 1890-12-25
DRUMMER-GRsPHS.
oIR DRUMMER CORRESpONn-
ENF'S CHRISTMAS MUSINGS.

ouN DRUMMER CORREsPOND-
ENT'S CHRISTMAS MUSINGS.
Chfls'mas.-Wh re is the Star3rho
Son of Nan Whom Al, Achnow,saae
To-day. Purpii>h, White and R,ue
VEINS OF the Incavnation..TheM Mean.
vi christmas Sweet Aftermath.
Especial Cor. of STATE CHRoN1cLEl
Astronomy teaches US that, were
| certain worlds to perish from the stella
most lmmeasurable ages would intervene
before their absence could be ascertained.
or their light cease to bathe our planet.
The Star, whose light flushed the grass
ana the fleece of the sheep pastures of
Judea, aud, pensle aoove the Malger.
meilowed the air with transparency of
holy beauty, for aught know, may have
passed from the sky. Or, perchance,
like some prophet, who, in rapt
story has delivered his message of
promise 1t, conquering gravitation, rose
to heights too supernal for human vision,
even when aided by the lense of science.
There, too celestially subtle for human
eyes, 1t may now pour lucid flood on
the nearer approaches to the spois of
the new birth through the love of the
virgins redeeming child, instead of
poising above the scene of the virgins
miraculous maternity.
Though the star is now unseen, it's
glow fingers warmly on the tankards of
fran kinsence and myrrh-emblems of
love whose alchemy has transmitted re-
ligion into gospel-a message of good
| tidipgs,
This is Christmas morning. Your
drummer writer turns from politics and
humor to wax in the light which the
star, unseen, has left in radiant tresses.
in glowing folds, and in shimmering
lakes on the moral and spiritual land
scapes of the world: Wherefore do men,
without regard to denominational fideli-
ties, and, possibly, without Christly in
cllnations or taste, feel the thrill of a
Christmas tide in their hearts9 Tners, is
cause profoundly philosophic-a cause
which we recognize when we grasp the
deeper and almost infinite meaning of
the statement that He was the SON OF
NAN NOT the son Of man, but the all
. comprehensive Son of Man.
) Disregarding, for the purpose Of this
article only, the mastery of the Divine in
} the composite nature of Christ, / have
often thought, were it possible to dis.
S cover a divinity in human progeny, tha,
: 1t would emerge IN that s0nshp whose
t paternity is man, generically, man
4 stretching from Adam, in the beginning
Q to man, who, like Campbell's poetic type
/ in beholdng the sun expire, shall perish
0 himself, with the final three Of dyiue
r world Since this kinship to universal
/ man, wherever, in the limits of even
J., nominal Christian civilization, man-lif'
y exists, whether Mongolian, Malayan
s Indian, Ethiopian or Caucasiol, ther,
/ is an experience Of joy on the natal-da,
|. Of the Son of Man.
70 The birth. day of Christ is peculiarl,
t child's day: When God, as Create
/. was first known to man, it was to tb
J. completed, fuil-statured man whom IL
;. had made in Eden. But, when God, a
r. the Son of mau, was first visible in tn
incarnation, His b5ing wrapped in th
:. purplish white of baty flesh, was pen
q ciled with the tender blue Of baby veins
a Aud, on Christmas, the birthday of Je
= sus, when child-life, IN gleesomeness, il
n innocence, in beauty, in confidence am
in love, swarms against our hearts, W
feel in the throb of the little bosom, it
: nearer kin ship to the Son of Man.
70 Despite sin, the world, on the birth
Is day of Christ, is brought to confe:
sion of the Son of Man. He the
u moves over the spirit of manhood, We
= manhood aud childhood, and, in char
ls ls ties of thought, benefcences of gilt
:. F. cheer of salutation, fervency of blessin
- and good wishes, there is wrought
o. fraternity of man. The soft and jewele
fingers of the proud lay good gifts int
the wan, pinched hands Of the poo
te The Son of Man waves His hand, an
the carved door swings from the entrane
to the palace, and the needy walk
and sit at the feasts of the ricn.
er Albeit good almoner of other Chris
m mas days has passed through the gat
away, before which so little IS reveale
Us and beyond which so much is hlddel
ne nevertheless, In my revere, q lovlr
ne face of the Christmas times OF my pas
peeps through the holly and the ced;
he of the yule-tree. And this is the pictu
OF which many OF my readers will see
UT their own homes this morning. But Il
all holiday garlands will be no less beau
IAN full bee u e sprayed, here anG there, WI
crystals of tear.
B cause the yule- light beams from t
F.. good face Of the Christ, our loving al
lovely kinsman, the eyes of our fren
seem more lustrous in this light, tht
Mt cheeks more ruddily beautiful; and,
ns. it's warmful thawings, the impulses
their hearts are purer, the grasp OF th'
hand warmer aud firmer; and the mea
lccl ing of Christmas, which it throws on t
cal; soul, wilt be sweet aftermath IN t
ays love of the heart.
JOHN r. MORRIS.