The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1895-12-22

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ton line" Second street was described as
being two blocks north of the city limits.
CHRISTMAS BITS FROM DICKENS.
God bless you, merry gentlemen. may
nothing you dismay."
"a merry Christmas. God save youl"
cried cheerful voice.
What right have you to be dismal? What
reason have you to be morose? You're
rich enough.
It's a sort of night that's meant for
mullins. Likewise crumpets. Also sally
Lunns.
Cold, isn't It? Seasonable for Christmas
time. You are not a skater, suppose!
"what's to-day, my fine fellow" 'To-
day.? said the boy; why. Christmas day.
A cricket sings upon the hearth; a broken
child's TOW lies on the ground, and nothing
else remains.
Stir I'D the fire and throw another log
upon II. Let him see his welcome blazing
out upon the night as he comes along.
It was splendid laugh. most illus
trious laugh. The father OF a long line or
brilliant laughs.
A merry Christmas to everybody
happy New Year to all the world! Halioo
here. Whoop! Halloo!
Clash, clang, hammer: ding, dong, bell.
Bell, dong, ding. Hammer. clang, ciasn!
Oh, glorious, glorious!
I know that we must trust and hope
and neither doubt ourselves nor doubt the
good In one another.
There was boy singing Christmas
carol at my door last night l should ike
to have given him something.
All .bese bovs were in great spirits and
shouted TO each other, until the broad
fields were so full of merry music that the
crisp air laughed to hear It,
II e required of every man that the
shirt within him should walk abroad among
his fellow-men and travel far and wide'
and If that spirit goes not forth In lie
1t is condemned to do so after DEATH
This boy is Ignorance. This girl Is Want.
| Beware of them both. and all OF their
| degree. but most of all beware of the boy,
| for on his brow I see that written which
is Doom unless the writing be erased.
1 will honor Christmas in my heart and
| try to keep it all the year. 1 will live
| i'm the past, the present and the future'
| The spirits of all three shall strive within
| me. I will not shut out the lessons that
| they teach.
There's nothing more regular in its com
| ING round than dinner time, and nothing
less regular in its coming round than din
ner That's the great difference between
'em.
Why, bless you, my dear, how Otter
| have heard them bells say, "Toby Week
Toby Week, keep a good heart Toby! Tob,
Week. Toby Week, keep good heart
Tobyr' million times? More.
There's rather a run on Noah's arks a
present. 1t would be a satisfaction to ones
mind to make it clearer which was Shemi
and Hams and which was wives.
She always would sit on that little stool
think she must have had a kind Of notion
that it was a coaxing. wheediing. LITTLE
stool.
You couldn't see very far into the fog, o
course, but you could see great deal IT.
astonishing how much you may see in {
thicker fog than that, IL you will only tak'
the trouble to look for 1t.
Come off with the great coat. off with tn
thick shawl, off with the heavy wrappers
and coy half hour by the fire. My humbi
service, mistress. A game at cribbage, yo
and 1. That's hearty.
Pile I'D the fire here; would you freeze III
| people on this bleak December night? Let u
be light, and warm, and merry. or I'll no
forgive some Of you. Pile up the fire here
let 1t shine with the holly till 1t wink
again.
| aD1 ham Nou
Year, and many of 'em. Have had prett.
many of 'em myself, ha, ha; and may TAX
the liberty of wishing 'em. I'm eighty
seven.
If there were no such thing as display 1
the world, my private opinion is. and hop
you agree with me, that we might get on
great deal better than we do. and might b
, infinitely more agreeable company than W
| are. 1t was charming to see how those girl
danced.
1t Is a fair, even-handed, noble adjust
| ment of things, that while there is irfe,
ton in disease and sorrow. there is ncthia
| in the world so irresistibly contagious q
] laughter and good humor.
Here we are and here We go. Here's
fire. you know. Why don't you come to til
fire? Oh, here we are and here we go. Ne.
my precious darling where's the kettle
: Here IL is and here 1T goes, and it'll bile /
no time.
More changes than you think for ma
happen, though, my dear; changes for III
better, 1 mean: changes for great Joy
some of us. You mustn't le, them start
> you too much, If any such should ever hal
? pen and effect you.
g This Is the last night of an old year and
;, won't carry ill-blood, and quarrel.ngs. ar
disturbances into a new one. TO please "
. nor anybody else 1 wonder you ain
ashamed Of yourself to carry such practic,
!. into a new year.
: The sedate face in the portrait, with Il
= beard and ruff, looked down at them fro
= under its verdant wreath OF holly. as the
looked up at it: and clear and plain belo'
; as If voice had uttered them, were Il
;. words: Lord, Keep Ny Memory Green"
'f English widows.
n Philadelphia Times
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