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THE MOST SUCCESSFUL REMEDY ever dis covered, as it is certain in its effects and does not blister. READ PROOF BE LOW. FROM REV. P. N. GRAN(ER, Presiding Elder of the St. Albans Distilet. St. Albans, Vt., Jan. 20th, 1880. DR. B. J. KENDALL & CO.. Gents: 11 reply to your.letter I will say that my experience with 'Kendall's Spavin Cure' has been very satisfactory indeed. Three or four vears ago 1 procured a bottle of your agent. and with it, cured a horse of lameness cans:-di 'y a spavin. Last season my horse became very lame and I turned him out for a few weeks when he became better, but when I put him on the road he grew worse, when I discovered that a ringbone was formi1in.. I procured a bottle of Kendall's Spavin ime and with less than a bottre cured himi to that he is not lame. neither can the bunch be found. Respectfully yours. P. N. GRANGER. PERSEVERANCE WILL TELL. Stoughton, Mass., March IGth, 1880. B. J. 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Pianos aIni Oi'gana H- C..f C) C - r m0 p 7 0 A 5 - C- O r Bn u n ~ Live, th Kideys -i 0 cueo0l BodDs U I E J eass suc asSrf - a" ' FrRe m . -- ees URATINE "'"''" rugss Calstn S.C 1-y NEVER FAIL ['o Gientr Satsfcton A pilta ha -eoesanadadi avnganuprceene sal t~hruh t -e Soth i The hvenoeqal tn ar eomne bytosnsa e -AT SUBCRIBE FORTTH CBOLDUMBRIA, S. . Itisa 8pgepae, eige for the eo-u eading News, aefth .Sblscripton -'reM nh,5 et-aa in ad rance.For Sx Itam s n neDollafrs an iop r , is DS4 a year.Tuw,Bi, C.e M.t Mc. eN 40-t Edtoand Pcsubbsher. URAT INhh , wihth son L aotipa.25. PICCOLA'S PIESENT. Poor, sw eet Piccola ! Did ven hear What hap, ene.d to Piccola, children dear? 'Tis seldom Fortune such favor grants As fell to this little maid of France. 'Twas Christmas time, and her parents poor Could hardly drive the wolf from the door, Striving with poverty's patient pain Only to live till summer again. No gifts for Piccola ! Sad were they [day ; When dawned the morning of Chriatmas Their little darling no joy might stir, St. Nicholas nothing would bring to her! But Piccola never doubted at all That something beautiful must befall Every child upon Christmas day, And so she slept till the dawn was gray. And full of faith, when at last she woke, She stole to her shoe as the morning broke ; l Such sounds of gladness filled the air, 'Twas plain St. Nicholas had been there ! In rushed Piccola sweet, half wild ; Never was seen such a joyful child ! " See what the good saint brought!" she cried ; And mother and father niust peep inside. Now such a story who ever heard? There was a little shivering bird! A sparrow, that in the window flew, Had crept into Piccola's tiny shoe! "Iiow good poor Piccola must have been !" She cried, as happy as any queen, While the starving sparrow she fed and warmed, And danced with rapture, she was so charmed. Children, this story I tell you, Of Piccola sweet and her bird, is true; In the far-off land of France, they say, Still do they live to this very day. teth #torp. LOIXG FORl SANTA C~LAKS A GOOD STORY FOR B 3 BOYS AND Gj LS. -0 One wintry day little Miria arose in tho morning and found that her mother was not up. This was strange, for the sun was high and his beams fell aslan t through the high garret window upon the bare floor. The store was cold and the coffee-pot stood empty on the shelf. Mina laugh ed at tbe thought that she had waked before her mother. She slipped on her blue woolen dress, her large checked apron, her knitted stockings, and thick'shoes ; and having washed her face, and braided her hair in two tight lit tle pigtails, crept around to her mother's bed, intending to kiss her ~awake. But her mother's eyes were wide open, her cheeks were red, and her hair was tossed about on the pillows. I'Oh, my child,' she cried, as she saw her little girl, 'what shall we do now ? 1 am ill. I have a fever of some sort. My head is as heavy as if it was made of lead. I am not even able to rise, much less to go about my work. We shall starve together, you and 1, poor, un happy widow and orphan that we are.' 'Oh, no, mother,' said Mina. 'We need not starve. I can make the coffee, and go and buy the bread and sausage.' 'Child, child !' cried the mother, 'very soon there will be,no money to buy anything. I1 h've felt my self breaking down for a week. I have no hope now. I must send for the doctor, and when he finds I am not able to pay him he will send me to the hospital. You, poor little soul, you will soon be motherless as wvell as fatherless.' The poor woman hid her face in the pillow. Mina wept. Tears ran down her cheeks; but she soon w ent to the stove, and kin ded a fire, and made the coffee, as she had seen her mother do 'The coffee vwill do you good, mother,' she said. But the poor sick mother was too feverish to taste it. Then, indeed, MNina felt that everything was wrong. 'Christmas time ! Christmas time!' repeated the poor woman, talking more to herself than to he- child ; 'and Christmas used to be so happy. At this Mina crept closer to her mother's bed. Yes, in two days Christmas would come. She had looked forward to it so. Sheo had Im hopea se would find ir> her stocking a wax doll with blue eyes, and a candy basket full of sugar plums, at least; but she should not care for them if her poor mother were so sick. -Child ! go to the old doctor,' said the mother. 'Go tell him to come quickly ! I must be made well if he can do it! Go! Go !' Mina put on her hood and ran away. The good old German doctor came back with her, and felt his poor country woman's pulse, and wrote a prescription, and patted little Mina on the bead, and bade her take care of her mother. But the child tookj nearly all the small purse con tained to pay for the powders he had ordered, and though she watched by her mother's bed all day the mother grow worse. She lay tossing to and fro, talking of the past. 'It was Christmas time when I ran away with your father,' she said with the quick speech of fever. 'Mv father did not like him, nor my mother either; so we ran away and were married. We came to this country in a great ship. We were very happy until he died. Mina, do you remember how good he was to us last! Christmas ? Ahb, only for you, only for leaving you, my little girl. it would seem best for me' that I am going to him. 'Christmas! Oh, in Germany, at home .in Germany,. we always had a Christmas tree, and we.sat tngether in the parlor, and the window lifted and St. Nicholas came in. He gave us toys and gifts of all sorts. We were glad, and yet frightened. Our wooden shoes were set in a row on the hearth at night. In each we found some gift. Such a supper! danc ing ! music ! 'I wonder whether my old fa ther is dead; whether my old mo ther lives ; whether they forgive me ?' She wept, but little Mina sat thinking. She thought of Santa Claus-old St. Nicholas, the good Christmas friend of all good children-he would come down the chimney, or in at the window, with any gifi he pleased. Surely, f he was so good to her mother when she was a little girl, be would remembei her now that she was sick. But bow was he to know ? He could, if be pleased, give her mother plenty of money. f that she felt certain. But how was one to find him ? 'Mother,' she said, 'w here does Santa Claus live ?' The poor mother was fast growing delirious. 'What did you ask ?' she said, dreamily. 'Where he lives ? Oh, I do not know.' 'But he could do anything, give anyting he chose ?' asked Mina. 'Yes,' said the feverish woman, 'yes-yes; tel! him to give me ice -nice, cold, glittering ice-to cool me head-ice, ice.' 'Oh, I will get you some ice, mother,' said MNina. 'I will go to the grocer's and get some.' She took a bowl from the closet and a penny from the old purse, and ran Lut of the room, shutting the door softly behiad her. There was a grocery in the lower part of the house, and she went into it and up to the coun ter. A rosy-faced Dutch boy gave her the ice, and he looked so good-natured 'that she asked him a question. 'Do you know where Santi Claus lives?' she said. The boy scratched his head. 'Yes-he libs in Germany,' he said. Mina's heart leaped high. 'Biddy-little Biddy Flynn,' she called to a child passing the door, 'will you take this bowl of ice up to my mother, and give her somie and stay by her until I come back.' I'll only be gone a few moments.' Good-natured little Biddy took the bowl and ran up stairs, and Mina ran down the streets that she kn3ew led to the river, as fast as her feet could carry her. She ad two cents in her pocket, and thought thbat would pay her fare. A sailor was standing near a fruit stand. Mina looked up into his round, brown face with con fWdne. 'Mr. sailor,' she said, 'will you tell me which of those ships go to Germany ?' 'Why, that one yonder, m) it tie, lass,' pointing to one over which the German flag floated. But Mina thought he meant. the little ferry-boat that ran to Wee hawken. 'Thank you,' she said, and flew 'way. A bell 'was ringing ; she hurried past the ferry-house, dropping her two cents into the hand of the ferry-master, and the boat was off the next moment. It did not take long to cross the river, and Mina went on shore and looked about. A great, good natured looking man sat smoking his pipe at the door of a shoe maker's shop. Mina went up to him and said! softly : 'Please, sir, will you tell me where 1r. Santa Claus lives ?' 'Mr. Santa Claus?' said the man, in broken English. 'Vell, 1 do not know-does he keep shop or work at a trade ? You tell me vot he is, den maybe I re member him.' 'Don't you know: I tho'ight every one know Mr. Santa Claus.' said Mina. '1[o--he makes toys for little children.' 'So !' said the German ! 'So. Yas. I know. Go up dis street and along to the next corner, den you see a little gate. Behiud dat you find de man dot makes toys fbr de children.' Mina said that she was mueb obliged. She felt that people were amiable in Germany, and her hopes rose high. She follow ed her old German's direction and soon came to a high fence. There was a gate in it. She lifted the latch and opened it, and before her was a low,. brown house. Soft ly she crept up to the window. Yes, yes, she had found Santa Caius at last. There, before the fire, sat a little fat old man, with white hair and rosy cheeks, hard at wvork with a turning lathe. An old woman, as rosy as he was, was gluing pieces of wood togeth er with a brush-toy chairs, tables, bedsteads, wagons, milk-maids, jointed dolls; and at a table sat four little girls painting away at the finished toys with the brightest cors. Oh ! this was delightful, and Santa Claus and his wife look ed so kind ! Mina knocked on the door. Some one cried, 'Herein,' and she entered. She stood at the threshold and dropped the litte courtesy her mother had taught her, and said : 'Please, Mr. Santa Claus, I want to speak to you particularly, it is about Christmas.' 'So !' cried the old gentleman and trulv he was a German rising. 'But what did you call me, little one ?' 'Mr. Santa Claus,' said Mina. 'I've been looking for you all day, and poor mother is so sick. That is w by 1 want to see you. You used to come in at the window on Christmas eve when she lived in Germany, and you always put something in her shoe, and now she cannot earn money because she is sick. I want you to come down the chimney and put enough in her stocking to last until she is well, for father is (dead, and we ae nobody who cares for us. And you-oh ! you are so good, always going over the roofs on Christmas eve, and giving pres ents to every body.' 'The child thinks you arc Santa Claus,' whispered the old German woman in her husband's ear. 'Oh, how like she is to our little Mina, do you not see ?' 'Do you speak German, child ?' said the old mau. 'Yes,' said Mina, 'it is my mo ther's language. Yes, I speak it very well.' 'And what is your name ?' asked the old gentleman. 'Mina Hoffman,Mr. San ta Claus, f you please.' replied Mina. The old woman caught her hus band's arm. 'Be quiet, he quiet,' whispered the old man. 'It is a common name.' 'And how (did you think of corn ing here, my little maiden ?' 'Becauen youwmr so good. said Mina. 'To-day mother cried and told me how pleasant it used : to be in Germany; and oh, Mr. Santa Chvs. you must know whele her father and mother are. She said she ran away from them; and I know she thought it was naughty-only what could she do if they wouldn't let father come < in,?' t 'Ians, Hans, it is our daughter!' i cried the old woman. -What was 1 the name of your mother's father?' s 'It was Ansen, Mrs. Santa Claus,' said Mina. d The old lady began to cry. She caught the child in her arms and s kissed her fondly. 'Oh, good Mrs. Santa Claus you c will ask Mr, Santa Claus to help d mother won't you ?' pleaded Mina. t But now the old couple took her t by the hands and led her away to an a inner room, where the old lady rum- r aged in the drawer of a little bureau h and brought out an old-fashioned t daguerreotype. 'See, child,' she said. 'Don't this s look like any one you know ?' 'It looks like mother,' cried Mina, h 'only-only not so old.' 'It is enough,' said the old gentle man. 'Child, God has sent you. I am not Santa Claus. I am only an ( old toy-maker, working here in Wee t hawken-in a strange country to which I came ;from my fatherland. But my dear, I am your grandfather, and this is your grandmother. We came to America to look for our daughter when we heard she was a widow, but we could not find her. Now we are going to go and take care of her. We will go with you. And again I say. God sent you.' So in a few moments Mina and her grandparents were on their way across the ferry. It was late in the afternoon when they climbed the stairs of the tene ment house. Then the old people waited outside in the entry, and Mina 1 went into the poor half-furnished room and found little Biddy Flynn still waiting patiently. 'What happened ye, Mina ?' she asked. 'The mother has bccn fret ting for you.' -Oh ! my child 1 I am nearly frightened to death !' sobbed the poor woolan. 'Mother!' cried Mmna. 'Oh, mo ther ! I went to Germany to find San ta Claus-for we never needed him so much. But it was not Germany, and I did not find him; but-oh, mother-I found grandfather and grandmother !' 'Mother ! Father!l' cried the poor1 woman ; and the next instant they rushed and had her in their arms. So Mina had a merry Christmas after all; and ;you may be sure that her mother got well, and that Santa Claus did not forget her. TIIE HAPPY CIIIsTMAS P1E UNION.-On Christmas it is custo mary for all the members of a family to collect and unite in mer ry making, feasting and otherwise enjoying themselves. With what mingled emotions of joy and sor row are these happy reunions looked back upon in after years by participants thinking of those dear ones now, perhaps, separated from them forever. Let us make a Christmas pie ture: The sleighride to the house, the welcome at the door,the bounit eous feast with accompanyingjokes and humor, the stories, games and other pastimes that follow, the unveiling of the children's Christmas tree in the evening, and finally the farewell for the night. Then there is the jolly mys tery of faimous 01ld 'Kris Kringle,' who comes in his sleigh drawn by reindeer, over the tops of houses, pops down the chimneys, never spoiling with soot the pretty things he brings, to stuff full the row of stockings that hang from the mantel. Let us imagine for an instant the little, rosy, laugh. ing. happy faces that peep) into these stockings in the morn and shout gleefully as each tr-eas-I ure is brought to light. Christmas has many happy memories to set against the sad onesi that tell of loss of time and A Ti4ur. FisrE )JAN'S CIRIST 4As.-Oh ! but he was a tight istod hand at the grindstone. crooge ! A squeezing, wrenching rasping, clutcihing, covetous old inner ! the colc within him roze in his old features, nipped is poiuited nlose, shriveled his heck ; made his eyes red, his lips lue, and spoke out shrewdly in IS grating % _ice. He carried his aw tenperature always about vith him; he iced his office in dog ays ; and didn't thaw it out one egree at Ciriitmas. Once upon a time, old Scrooge at busy in his counting-house. Io could hear the people in the ourt outside go wheezing up and own, stamping their feet upon be pavement stones to warm hem. The fog came pouring in ,t every chink and keyhole, and ras so dense without that the ouses opposite were mere phan oms. 'A merry Christmas, uncle ! God ave you !' cried a cheerful voice. 'Bab !' said Scrooge. 'Hum 'Christmas a humbug, uncle ! Jon don't mean that, I am sure ?' 'I do,' said Scrooge. 'Merry )hristmas! What right have you o be merry ? You're poor enough.' 'Come, then,' returned the ne )hew,'what right have you to be lismal ? You're rich enough.' 'What else can I be when I live n such a world of fools as this ? )ut upon merry Christmas! If I ,ould wish my will every idiot vho goes about with 'Merry Thristmas' on his lips should be )oiled with his own-.pudding and )uried with a stake of holly run ,hrough his heart. Keep Christ nas in your own way and let me <ee) it mine.' He who said, 'Suffer little children :o come unto me' was the great ounder of the gladsome feast of .hristmas, and it is in His honor that re uphold the feast and gladden the acarts of the little ones he loved so learly. It is a pleasure, a holy pleas ire to make their smiles bright er, ~heir laughter cheerier and more nusical. Let us 'all, then, properly elebrate Christmas Day. Happy, happy, happy Christmas, hat can win us back to the delusions >our childish days; that can recall o the old man the pleasures of his routh ; that can transport the sailors mnd travelers thousands of miles awiy, >ack to his own fireside and his quiet 'Mamma,' said the little one, do you know what you are going o0 give me for Christmas ?' 'Why, res,' said the mother, 'of codrse I Inow.' 'Well, for mercy's sake, iou't tell me,' responded .the puss with great vehemence. How time changes, exclaims an ixchange. In the good Old Tes sament days it was considered a miracle for an ass to speak, and now nothing short of a miracle will keep one quiet. Young man, don't hesitate at this boliday season of the year to be lavish with your means in buying presents for your parents. At such a time and in such a cause no one will blame you for being the Prodigal Scn. The small boy now puts in eight hours a day flattening his nose against the windows of con. fectionery and toy stores. It is said that a child born on Christmas will always hate tur key and goose, and lean towards codfish and bacon. Thbe man who takes unto him self a wife on Christmas eve will be sure to have well-filled stock Hose more despised by little children than the man who takes no stockin' Santa Claus ? Cbtistmas is the anniversary of dyspepsia's fowlest conspiracy agrinst 'omfort. As the Christmas tree is bent so is the youthful heart made glad. The muss that children are .anin togt into-Christmus.