The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-12-27

meet;
when right before my eyes appeared q little vision
fair,
with eyes Of blue and oneeks Of rose, and waves of
golden hair.
sho stood behind . little group of children poorly
clad.
who sazcd upon some wondrous show a shopman's
And as they wished for this and that and pointed
here and there,
The fairy took me by the hand and tossed her golden
hair;
And standing on her little toes, abe whispersd in my
mo sweet request that l should bless these little ohfi.
dren here.
within my Utmost soul I felt that I must do her
will.
I bado her tell them what ( knew their little hearts
would thrill.
Thus each small waif became the owner Of the ionsed.
for toy.
And sweet it was to know that 1 had brought them
Christmas Joy.
I stole away and lcrt them with their happy faces
there,
And wandered through the busy streets TO brestho the
spruoe.rich air.
Not long 1t was, 1 felt those fingers stealing through
my own;
Ny fairy had come back again, those eyes were hers
alone.
She smiled with tender sweetness. and her cheeks
were rosy red:
-You were so kind to me. good sir, TO do Just whst1
said,
I want to show you how 1 mako this good old city
glad.
And how 1 carry JOY and peace to hearts 30 often
Then, aided by her magic power. l followed whore
she lea:
Above the cisy'sl twinkiine lights We roso and on
ward sped.
sleigh.
And took , seat behind him a. the reindeer spranr
away.
From house to house We now. the whiis the fairy
laughed with glee.
Aud squeezed tho good Old santa's hand: 1 wished
that I were he.
How danced her merry eyes 90 bright the good old
saint to aid.
For rs he filled each stocking small. q present she.
too, made.
Then, as the midnight chimes rang out. We left the
King of Snow,
And hurried on to other homes whore Santa could
not 60.
Upon each sleeping face my fair companion left
kiss,
That when the sleeper woke he should remember
only this,
That he had dreamed . happy dream that vanished
not with night,
But fingered with the Christmas morninsp glad and
blessed light
Again the fairy clasped my hand. this time to say
farewell.
before 1 go I am quite sure my name ought to
And why I am so happy on this night of all tho
year.
IT'S Christmas Day thats dawnins; see. Its light is
drawing near,
And soon twill be my birthday. sir. for I am Love.
And Love was born on Christmas Day. two thousand
years ago."
ARTHUR CLEVELAND PALMER
Christmas Meditations OF Great Man.
Pull the curtains close. Thurber. ring for a hod of
coal,
For I would sic ana think. Thurber. examining my
This Is the worry last Christmas OF not, perhaps, my
last term.
Am l not Us ! was always, sagacious, statesmanliko,
hrmr
What will they do without mel oh. IT gives mos
pain to think
or what will come TO my country when Il topples over
the brink.
What a man I am. Thurber: whore can be found my
peerr
When I muse on myself. Thurber. excuse this honest
Much l dislike to enlarge on myself. but I and you
know
am the most remarkable man that history has to
show.
Wide will tho eager eyes of the future toward me
For I'm the unparalleled nnancior who always had
bonds TO burn.
I'm the hnancier. Thurber. mrs. and unequalled yet,
Who made q surplus, Thurber. by running the coun-
try In debt
THIS ia the glorious. secret, Whom you arc running
behind
Just borrow and call 10 . surp!uB-oh. matches
triumph of mind!
When and where was its equsIi hamilton and
Galiatin.
Compared with your Uncle Grover. didn't amount to
a pin.
Congress talks too much, Thurbor; doesn't amount to
accent
Amt got no use for 1t, Thurber; lam tho Govern
ment.
olney's a useful fellow. and when olney and I agree,
What is the object OF Congress- except to irritate
Congress is always blu'tfr'ns' always raising a
1nevor bother my head with them; I always do as
please.
March is a doleful month. Thurber; heaven protect
this land,
For when leave the helm. Thurber. there's no one to
command.
Courage! We're this my last Christmas here, the
country would go to rack.
But, perhaps, 1t will live for four years yet, and then
shall come back.
1t may do four years without me, but surely not
longer than that,
And long before that twill be bowling for the good
old autocrat-
Have n piece of cold duck. Thurber, How I did relish
that trip!
I like hunting ducks. Thurber. Just next TO states
mRnship.
Here's confusion to Congress; have a pull at the demi.
John;
I know I shall save tho country again and the people |
will cheer me on.
30 here's q merry Christmas: I'm certain that. II I'm
alive.
I shall he running tho country again on Christmas. |
Nineteen Five.
The Twilight OF the Poets.
Away down In Asia Minor there, when Homer sang his
song.
His poetry. tho critics said. was very far from
strong;
And while he twangod his Tyre there. this blind old
singing Greek.
The critics called attention to its inartistio squeak.
SO then and there tho story OF Achilles wrath foil
fiat.
And scarce q coin was dropped within the blind old