The herald., 1894-12-27
HIS FIRST CHRISTMAS.
EARLY "REMINISCENCES OF AN
ANGLO-SAX0N,
Who Wanted to Know From His 'Ma'
What Adam Had Done With
the Core OF the Apple.


the hoary past seems to be very much
at discount these days. Not that
there is any difficulty in getting dunned
for little debts contracted in moments
OF nesd-memory never fails creditor
where his purse is affected. But that
lack of memory OF joyful things which
have happened in our days of pinafores
and knee pants exists is illustrated by
the woeful blank look that one receives
in response to the query: "Csn you
recollect the first Christ mas that you
enjoyed after you had grown old enough
to know what en- joyment wasp
Out of an even bakers dozen inter-
viewed on the subject. not ono could
remember his first rational Christmas
any more than he could the fall oil the
Bastile. And this was not only the case
with grey headed grandpapss, portly
fathers and handsome matrons, but also
with bewitching misses, and callow
youths whose incipient moustache is a
reminder of the fluffy down that covers
the brides backs.
Heavens! what poor. forgetful Great
ures we are, not to be able to recollect
that frat joyful day wien the church
chimes send forth such musical peals
and pesns of gladness, when roast
turkey, cranberry sauce aud the "fxins"
thereunto belonging, such as plum pud-
ding. snap6ragon, cakes and presents
should leave an indelible stamp upon
our minds But such is frail humanity
We are more apt to recollect kicks and
cuffs than cRresses. more Fl to recollect
the bitters than the milk of human
kindness.
Diogenes with his lantern never had q
harder task to find man than the HER.
AID reporter had to find memory suffi-
ciently retentive to convey him back to
his first tangible Oh ristmas. He sue
ceeded at last, however. and this is the
tale an ancient scion of the Anglo Sax
ons told:
81 will not vouch positively that the
things / tell you pertain to my first
Christmas, or at least to the fret Oh rist-
rnas which had any knowledge of, but
/ believe they did.
81 was than living with my parents
in the Old Kent road, the borough
London. We had had roast goose and
frosted plum pudding with brandy
ssuce, and felt 80 good and 80 happy
and acted 80 nice that my dear mother
kissed me again and again. She felt as
happy as l did. asked her to tell me
a story. We were sitting before an open
FIRE, the glow of which penetrated us
with q grateful feeling. Outside it was
very cold and the snow lay deep. The
bad butcher boy was making snowballs,
hidden behind some empty boxes and
barrels, and every time g man dressed
in his holiday clothes and wearing
new silk tile came by the bad butcher
boy would let him have it in the neck.
/ was very good hoy myself on that
fret Christmas day that can remem-
Der, but Oh! how longed to be with
that butcher boy and throw snow balls
at those we'll dressed men as they came
down the street with their little sticks.
their stoyepipes cooked on one eide,
and looking like so many peacocks upon
the terrace of a palace.
swell, my mother got out big book,
full OF stories from the Bible, and with
splendid pictures, all in green, red, blue,
yellow and pink. And while she was
roching in her easy chair. and | stood at
her knee, she told me the story OF the
fall of Adam and Eve. Everything
went all right until she told me that
Adam ate of the apple. That excited me,
and thinking that there might be some
of that very apple left, looked all round
the room with greedy eyes, and asked
her what Mr. Adam had done with the
other piece.
THAT settled the business. She with-
drew her hand from my curly hair,
which she had been fondling lovingly,
closed the book with slap, and said
that l was predestined to live and die q
glutton. All me, how true her words
have come. Today | am suffering from
g0ut. and it is sll due to my too great
fondness for apple tart and good cheer.
ibid mother forgive me that break
Oh! yes, she was sorry for her moment
Of impatiencs against ms on that day,
above all others, and so | was permitted
to eat more pudding than was good for
me. During the night Adam and Eve
and the serpent. with bushels of apples,
performed the most awful dance maca-
bre" upon my prostrste body that it has
ever nesn my iil-fortune to experience.
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