Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1890-12-20
Vol. III.-NO. %.

gun to pant in two keys. For what? To gain the
largest circulation, and carry the greatest amount
OF news to the largest number of people. News
of what? The yileness Of men, the dishonesty of
men, the immortality of men, the double-faeedness
OF men, and their meanness in every department
of public and private life. If man kills another,
runs away with his friends wife, steals his neigh
boris money, or msappropriates the States funds,
the news of the misdeed must be trunpeted abroad
even before the charge is substantiated. Verify,
to read the columns of big daily newspaper of
this age, is to learn that man is a most uncanny
creation 1t is to learn also that it is not good for
him to be alone in any capacity, in private or in
public life. 1t is to learn that he is only frag-
mentary part of whole and noble creation, which,
having left the better half behind, persists in
grabbing along, side at time, only stopping now
and then to wonder why the world is lop-sded. Is
it news the world needs most? Is it only news that
it seeks to read in the great daies? Would it
not rather be broader, higher mission to use their
wonderful widespread power to teach the value of
principles, the purity of faith in mankind the false
ness of mammon worship and suggest and devise
remedies for the dreadful deeds they now chronicle
as news? If the world should suddenly grow bet
ter, whatever would become of the POST Dispatch,
LIE deyi,. an9 all the .rsst CT them.
"CHRIsTMAs comes but once year," sang the
poet, but, oh, how differently to the home of the
millionaire and to the toiler for daily bread. To
the one it brings golden opportunities for the use
of his wealth, to the other it makes all the more
apparent his poverty, and his needs never seem so
great, his wants never so many, as at this the
festal season of the year. All around him is dis
played in tempting profusion articles of worth and
usefulness, many of them would add to the COM
fort of his loved ones at home, but the purse in
his pocket is light, so he turns wistfuy away from
the contemplation of the things enged for, to the
things he must have. But the millionaire with his
untold wealth, is he any the happier? OF these
things it is not for us to Judge The coming of
the day brings to the memory of many the Won
drous story of the first Christmas, when The glo-
rious light of the eastern skies shone over the hills
and plains Of Bethlehem, and The listening shep"
herd heard the angelic hosts of Heaven chanting
the refrain, whose notes shall echo and re-echo
until time shall be no more. Centuries have come
and gone since the dawning of that day, which
was ushered in by the angels chanting, "GlOryto
God in the highest, Peace on earth, and Good
will to men," We of the nineteenth century still
sing the song, but much of its spirit is lost The
home has its holly and mistletoe boughs, but are
its altar fires kept burning brightly? Does the
white-wnged dove of peace rest her pnions, while
sweet charity that covers multitude OF sins
fills the hearts of all with goodwill to men. If this
were so, the coming Christmas would indeed be-
merry and truly happy one,