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The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1897-08-28

the Tlnbodaux Sentinel which posi-
ton he filed for nearly 20 years, and
tor the last 10 or more years he has
been the local correspondent of the
Picayune and Times Democrat
Upon the organization of Braxton
Bragg Camp No. 1876, U. C. v. in 1894
he was elected Commander and annu-
ally reelected thereafter to the same
position.
The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1897-08-28

We learn from a reliable source that
engineer Perrilllat, Of the Atchafalaya
Board took last week the measurement
the various breaks iD the levee OF the
3rd ward, and announced that the
board would soon advertise for bids
for closing them. 1t 10 high time.
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The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
CHRISTMAS BELLS.

The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
Four voices of four hamletS round,
From far and near, on mead and moor,
Swell out and fail as if a door
Were shut between me and the sound.
Each voice four changes on the wind
That now dilate, and now decrease,
Peace and good will, good will and
peace,
Peace and good will, to all mankind.
This year l slept and woke with pain,
! almost wished no more to wake,
And that my hold on life would break
Before L heard those bells again.
But they my troubled spirit ruie,
For they controlled me when a boy;
They bring me sorrow touched with
joy,
The merry, merry bells Of Yule.
-FENNYSON.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19

That Buff'lo Bill an cowboys is good
enough for me!
Excep' jest fore Christmas, when I'm
good as l kin be!
And then old Sport he hangs around, so
solemn-like an still,
His eyes they seem a-sayin': What s
the matter, little Bil?'
The old cat sneaks down off her perch
an wonders what's become
OF them two enemies of hern that used
to make things hum!
But l am so perlite an tend so earnestly
to biz,
That mother says to father: How i'm
proved our Willie isl,
But father, havin' been a boy hisself,
suspicious me
When jest fore Christmas I'm as good
as / kin be!
For Christmas, with its lots an lots of
candies, cakes and toys,
Was made, they say, for proper kids and
not for naughty boys;
So wash yer face an bresh yer hair, an
mind yer ps and as,
And don't bust out yer pantaloons, and
don't wear out yer shoes;
Say "Yessum' to the ladies, and Yes
sur" to the men,
An when theys company, don't pass yer
plate for pie again;
But, thinkin of the things yer'd like to
see upon that tree,
Just fore Christmas be as good as yer
kin be-
EUGENE FIELD.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
CHRISTMAS TREASURES,

I count my treasures Ger with care
The little toy my darling knew,
A little sock of faded hue,
A little lock of golden hair.
Long years ago this holy time,
My little one-my all to me
Sat robed in white upon my knee
And heard the merry Christmas chime.
Tell me, my little golden head,
If Santa Claus should come tonight,
What shall he bring my baby bright
What treasures for my boy?" 1 said.
And then ne named this little toy,
While in his round and mournful eyes
There came a look Of sweet surprise,
That spoke his quiet, trustful joy.
And as he lsped his evening prayer
He asked the boon with childish grace.
Then, toddling to the chimney place,
He hung his little stocking there.
That night while frightening shadows
crept,
I saw the white-winged angels come
With singing to our lowly home
And kiss my darling as he slept.
They must have heard his little prayer,
For in the morn, with rapturous face,
He toddled to the chimney-place
And found his little treasure there.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
THE PRINCE OF PEACE.

What means this glory round our feet"
The Magt unused, more bright than
NORM
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
To-day the Prince of Peace is born!
What means that starr" the shepherds
That brightens through the rocky
glen?'
And angels answering overhead.
Sang, Peace on earth, good will to
men"
IT'S eighteen hundred years and more
Since those sweet oracles We're dumb;
We wait for Him, like them of yore;
Alas! He seems so slow to come!
But it was said, in words of gold,
No time or sorrow e'er shall dim,
That little children might be bold,
In perfect trust to come to Him.
All round about our fet shall shine
A light like that the wise men saw,
If we our loving wills incline
To that sweet Life which is the Law.
So shall we learn to understand
The simple faith of shepherds then,
And, clasping kindly hand in hand,
Sing, Peace on earth, good will to
men!"
And they who do their souls no wrong,
But keep at eve the faith OF morn,
Shall daily hear the angel sing,
To-day the Prince of Peace is born!"
LOWELL,
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
JEST. FORE CHRISTMAS.

Father calls me William, sister calls me
VIII,
Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers
call me Bill
Mighty glad l amt girl-ruther be a
boy,
without them sashes, curls and things,
that's worn by Fauntleroy!
Love to chawnk green apples an go
swimmin' in the lake
Hate to take the castor-ile they give for
belIy-ache
Most all the time. the whole year round,
there amt no flies on me,
But jest fore Christmas I'm as good as
1 kin be!
Got yeller dog named Sport, sick him
on the cat;
First thing she knows she don't know
where she's at,
Got clipper sled, an when US kids goes
out to slide,
Long comes the grocery cart, and we all
hook a ride
But sometimes when the grocery man is
Worried an cross,
He reaches at us with his whip, an lar
rups up his boss,
An then 1 laff an holler, "Oh, We never
teched met
But jest fore Christmas I'm as good as
L kin be!
Gran'ma says she hopes that when get
to be a man,
I'll be a missionarer like her Oldest
brother, Dan.
AS was ct up by the cannibuls that lives
in Ceylon's isle,
Where every prospeck pleases, an only
man is Vile
But gran'ma she has never been to see
a Wild West show,
Nor read the life of Daniel Boone or else
l guess she'd know,
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
BALLADE OF CHRISTMAS GHOSTS

Between the moonlight and the fire
In winter twilights long ago,
What ghosts we raised for your desire,
To make your merry blood run slow.
How old, how grave. how wise we grow!
No Christmas ghost can make us chill,
Save those that troop in mournful row,
The ghosts we all can raise at will!
The beasts can talk in barn and byre
On Christmas Eve, old legends know
AS year by year the years retire,
We men fall silent then 1 trow,
Such sights hath memory to show,
Such voices from the silence thrill.
Such shapes return with Christmas
snow
The ghosts we all can raise at will
Oh, children of the village choir,
Your carols on the midnight throw.
oh, bright across the mist and mire,
Ye ruddy hearths of Christmas glow!
Beat back the dread, beat down the woe.
Let's cheerily descend the hill;
BE welcome all, to come or go,
The ghosts we all can raise at will!
ENVOY
Friend, sursam corda, soon or slow
We part, like guests who've joyed their
fill
Forget them not, nor mourn them So
The ghosts we all can raise at will.
A. LANG.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19

They came again one Christmastide-
That angel host, so fair and whitei
And singing all that glorious night,
They lured my darling from my side.
A little sock, a little toy;
A little lock of golden hair,
The Christmas music in the air,
A watching for my baby boy
But If again that angel train,
And golden head come back for me
To bear me to eternity,
My watching viii not be in vain.
EUGENE FIELD.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
THE KING OF KINGS.

Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away.
News from the region of the skies!
Salvation's born to-day.
Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
Comes down TO dwell with you;
To-day He makes His entrance here,
But not as mona rs do.
mo gold, nor purple swaddling- bands,
Nor royal shining things;
"a manger for His cradle stands
And holds the King of kings.
go, shepherds, where the Infant lies,
And see His humble throne
with tears of JOY in all your eyes
Go. shepherds, kiss the Son"
Thus Gabriel sang: and straight around
The heavenly armies throng;
They tune their harps TO lofty sound,
And thus conclude the song:
GLORY to God that reigns above.
Let peace surround the earth:
Mortals shall know their Makers love,
At their Redeemer's birth"
Lordl and shall angels have their songs,
And men no tunes to raise?
o may we lose these useles tongues
When they forget to praise!
Glory to God that reigns above,
That pitied us forlorn!
We join to sing our Makers love
For there's Savior born.
DR.. ISAAC WATTS.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
A HYMN TO THE NATIVITY.

l sing the birth was born tonight.
The author, both of life and light;
The angels so did sound it.
And like the ravished shepherds said.
Who saw the light and were afraid.
Yet searched, and true they found il
What comfort by Him do we win,
Who made himself the price of sin,
To make us heirs of gloryl
To see this babe all innocence;
a martyr born in our defense;
Can man forget the story?
BEN JONSON.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
THE MAHOGANY TREE.

Christmas is here,
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany tree.
Sorrow begonel
Life and it's ills,
Duns and their bills,
Bid we to flee.
Come with the dawn,
Blue devil sprite,
Leave us tonight
Round the old tree.
-THACKERAY.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
A VISIT FROM SANTA CLAUS,

"A YISlI FRUM SANTA CLAUS.
Twas the night before Christmas, when
all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a
mousse.
The stockings were hung by the CHIN
ney with care,
In hopes that st. Nicholas soon would be
there.
The children were nestled all snug in
their beds,
While visions of sugar-pIums danced
in their heads;
And mamma in 'kerchief. and in my
cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long
winters nap
When out on the lawn there arose such
a clatter,
1 sprang from my bed to see what was
the matter.
Away to the window 1 flew like a flash.
Tore open the shutters and threw I'D the
sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen
snow,
Gave luster of midday to objects be-
When, what to my wondering eye should
appear,
But miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein
deer
With a little old driver so lively and
quick,
I knew in moment it must be st. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they
came,
And he whistled and shouted and called
them by name:
Now. Dasher! Now, Dancer; now,
Prancer, and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on Donder and
Bitten!
To the top of the porch, to the top of
the WALL
Now, dash away, dash away, dash away,
allr'
AS dry leaves that before the wild hurri-
cane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle
mount to the sky.
So up to the house top the coursers they
flew
With the sleigh full of toys-and St.
Nicholas. too.
And then in a twinkling I heard on +ha
The prancing and paving of each little
hoof.
AS 1 drew in my head and was turning
around
Down the chimney st. Nicholas came
with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head
to his foot,
And his clothes were all furnished with
ashes and SCOT;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his
back
And he looked like a peddler lust openine
his pack.
His eyes how they twinkledi His dim
pies, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like
a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like
a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white
as the snow.
The stump of pipe he held rght in his
teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like
wreath.
He had broad face and a little round
belly,
That shook when he laughed like a bowl
full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump-a right Jolly
old elf;
And laughed when I saw him, in spite
of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his
head
Soon gave me to know had nothing to
dread.
He spoke not word but went straight
to his work,
And filed all the stockings, then turned
with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving nod, up the chimney he
rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave
a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down
of thistle;
But heard him exclaim, ere he drove
out of sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a
good night"
CLEMENT C. MOORE.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
ON CHRISTMAS DAY.

morn
On which the Savior of mankind was
born;
But, oh! what numbers to the theme can
rise?
Jnless kind angels aid me from the skies.
GEORGE WASHINGTON.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
AS 1T FELL UPON A DAY.

y handsome hostess, merry host,
A pot of ale and now a toast,
Tobacco, and a good coal fire,
Are things this season doth require
Poor Robins Almanac.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
WHO'S THERE?

NOVEL;, novel;, novel;, novel;,
Who Us there that syngith so, novel;,
novel;, novel;?
I am here, syre Christmasse!
Well come, my lord, syre Christmasse,
Welcome to US all, both morn and Jesse
Come mere, NOVEL;,
Dieu vous garbe, beau syre, tydinges VOW
bryng;
A mayd hath born a chylde full young,
The weche causeth yew for to syng,
Novels!
Criste is now BORN Of a pure maybe,
In an oxe stale he Us layde,
Wher'for sying we allie attic abrayde
Nowelli
Bebbex bien par lutte la company,
Make code chere and be right merry,
And syng with US now joyfully,
Nowelli
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
A CHRISTMAS DITTY.

Sweep the ingle, froth the beer,
Tiptoe on till chanticleer,
Loose the laugh, dry the tear
Crack the drums
When Christmas contest
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM.

AS shadows cast by cloud and sun
Fit Ger the summer grass,
So, in thy sight, Almighty One!
Earth's generations pass.
And while the years, an endless host,
Come pressing swiftly on
The brightest names that earth can boast
Just glisten, and are gone.
Yet doth the Star of Bethlehem shed
A luster pure and sweet,
And still it looks, as sure it led,
To the Messiah's feet.
And deeply at this later day
Our hearts rejoice to see
How children, girded by it's ray,
Come to the Savior's knee.
o, Father, may that holy star,
Grow every year more bright,
And send it's glorious beam afar,
To fill the world with light.
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
THE HALLOWED TIME.

Some say that ever 'gainst that season
comes,
Wherein our Savior's birth was cele-
brated,
The bird of dawning singeth all night
long;
And then, they say, no spirit dares stir
abroad;
The rights are wholesome, then no plan
cts strike,
No fairy tales, nor witch hath power to
charm,
So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
-SHAKESPEARE.
The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1897-12-19
THRICE WELCOME.

Now thrice welcome, Christmas,
Which brings US good cheer,
Minced pies and plum porridge,
Good ale and strong beer;
With pig, goose and capon,
The best that may be,
So well doth the weather
And our stomachs agree.
Observe how the chimneys
Do smoke all about,
The cooks are providing
For dinner, no doubt;
But those on whose tables
No victuals appear,
o, may they keep Lent
All the rest of the year.
With holly and ivy
So green and so gay,
We deck up our houses
AS fresh as the day;
With bay and rosemary
And laurel complete;
And everyone now
Is a king in conceit.,
Poor Robins AlmaY
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-05-27

lFrom our Regular Corr e.road<nf.)
Mr.. Bruce Burroughs spent Sunday in
r. b.
DIR. Lewis Tippett spent few DAYS
last week with DIR. e. r. Morgan.
We are sorry to hear that Mrs. Chap
man Barber is quite sick
Service was held at the Methodist
Church. this town, on Sunday morning.
On Saturday morning last the River
Springs base ball team, en-route to Char
lotte Hall, stopped in our town for re-
Treatments, ice cream, etc.
Rev. w. L. Braddock left on Saturday
for Port Tobacco to conduct service on
Sunday for Rev Poindexter.
Mr.. Charles Adams was in our town
Sunday
A young man who left our town Sun
day afternoon for Chi,ptico, was seen
later in the evening IseIping a young
lady to drive up turkeyil
A young lady, accompanied by
Crank young man of dur town, attend
ea service Sunday morning At Trinity
Church, Newport, Charles county.
A pair of sorreIs owned by gentle
man of the Fifth District, is much adj
mired by young lady Of Chaptico. We
advise the owner TO look to his laurels.
and there. let his light so shine.
A good story about a clerk in Me-
Gainesville store. II seems that a coun-
try damsel entered the store in which
the clerk was at work. She carried some
live chickens with their feet tied, and
she placed them on the counter. The
clerk who waited on her is noted for his
polite remarks, and he smilingly asked:
Are you sure they will lay there ,"
"oh, no, sir" she staHmered, they're
ROSTERS"
Mr.. William o. Reeder, a prominent
citizen, died this morning.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-05-27

The Britton's Neck Farmers Club
met at Mr.. j. T. Johnson's with seven
members present. The proceedings of
the last meeting were read and approx
ed. The examining committee reported
as follows:
We, the committee, have examined the
farm of John T. Johnson. We find the
wheat looking well; corn nearly all
sided out, but badly missing; stock in
good working order. We think he is
doing right in using the plough in cross
ing ii out and planting corn over. The
tobacco in one barn looking nice, but
in the other barn il is rough and the
barn in bad fix, the sticks lying around
loose and everything in a mess. The
Clubs sow, with her six beautiful pigs,
we think will be great benefit to the
neighborhood; poultry looking fine and
house and yard for same in excellent
condition, the yard being enclosed by a
neat wire fence. Dwelling house and
surroundings neat and comfortable and
yard and garden laid of with beautiful
gravel walks, surrounded by box and
roses-a veritable "Rose Bank"
The election of officers being in order
the following gentlemen were elected
President, ]. s. Alvey; Treasurer, J. S.
Spalding; Secretary, w. s. Davis.
The next meeting will take place at
Mr.. r. +. Woodburn's, with Messrs. ii.
NJ. II. Yates, ]. T. Johnson, j. s. Spald-
ing as examining committee.
After partaking of refreshments, "a vote
OF thanks was rendered Mr.. and Mrs.
johnson, the Club adjourned 20 meet
the first Saturday in June.
Subject-How TO make the farm pay.
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-05-27

| reported for the Beacen.l

CHARLOTTE HALL, May %. 1s07.-The
first game ofthe season was played here
today between the Cadets and their old
friends, the River Springs base ball club.
As we had much new material to season,
and River Springs had been strengthen
cd by Maddox, of s. J. g. fame, many of
the boys were rather fearful Of the re-
suit II took three innings exactly TO
convince them that their fears were
groundless, for by that time we had
piled up six runs 10 our credit against
our opponents solitaire. From this
point the game seemed assured and
would have proved listless except for
the determined uphill struggle Of. River
Springs, who could not be convinced
that they were defeated until their srd
man was called out at the end of the
ninth innings. However, they met their
match in our young pitcher. whose cool
head and steady nerves finally establish
ed the ratio of 10 to I, free siIner now jim
giles in the pockets of the Charlotte Hall
rooters. Appended is the score:
Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1897-05-27
COMMUNICATED.

POINT LOOKOUT, Nd, May 90, 1897.
To Uncle Ned How pleased should
be to form your acquaintance want to
thank you in person-to manifest my
appreciation for the noble expressions
of your good will, etc, for little boys
and girls. I am not very large. My
father and mother have gone to the spir-
1t world. / am an orphan. Oh, Uncle
Ned, how sad it is to lose ones parents.
Gods will must be done. l look around
me, and alas graves, graves. The world
is constantly falling to pieces round
about me, and human bodies are peop-
ling the abodes of death. But for moral
evil, death could have no existence, be-
cause, as our good Father lyman says,
il is the reward of sin. / think that the
Eden which read about would have
been the abode of the human family had
our ancestors preserved their primitive
innocence. Alas Probation, peccabIli-
ty and contingencies are alike the fate
of all. Do continue to write for the dear
BEACON. There! was about to omit
to tell you that my pet dog "Toots' is
dead. How / did cryl know that you
will sympathize with me- Ny tears anne
liorate my grief, and, too, dear ''Toots''
did not know anything about natural
evil, which is either consequence or an
eject of that which is moral Uncle Ned,
isn't love divineG Does ii not halo the
manger and CROSSE I study my cate
chism and pray tothe good God to give
me grace to love Him and my neighbor.
Every human being Is my neighbor, and
il doesn't require train of reasoning to
convince my mind of this fact. Well, il
Is time to retire; so, looking forward TO
hear from you through the dear BEACON
and with q commixture of certainty and
hope that we will meet each other i'm the
near future, will say goodbye. From
your little friend,