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||,j THE NEWBORN K
T * <EHRlST' by highest lit
! adored,
Christ, the Everlasting L(
. Late in time behold llim c
j Offspring oi" the Virgin's
| Veiled in Hesh the Godhcac
^ - J llail the Incarnate Deity!
Pleased as Man with me
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dwell,
j Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark ! the herald angels f
|ti Glory to the newborn Kin;
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THE BANQUET AT THE HOME.
IIY HOWAItD riKLDINO.
ICopjTlslil. 1000. br C. W. Uooke.l
Philosophers prove the Infinity of
pace by usklng you to think or the end
of It us a wall with nothing upon the
other side. This is declared to be unthinkable.
There can be no final place,
I1U Willi Willi II VOIU IK'JUini.
1 know better, for 1 have seen that
wall. .1 came to It In October. 1S01).
There was nothing on the farther side
and very little on the nearer. It was
not an end. hut a coutlnunuoe, that
was Inconceivable to tne.
My business hud come to an end. No
philosopher could deny that. My nerv
ous system was done for. 1 seemed to
see It taken out or my body and tacked
up on that Jlnal wall like the skin of u
squirrel on a barn door.
I waj 30 years old, and 1 felt 130.
When my friends aRked me What 1
was going to do. 1 simply yayened at
V them. /
it wan at this time that somd one recommended
me to Miss CJIencJon. People
have absolutely no conscience In
such matters. The young Andy was Informed
tliat 1 was a trustworthy and
efficient man. a victim rdt misfortunes
that would have been/too much for
anybody, and she credl/ed the tale.
Miss <4 tendon was ai/orpban 34 years
old and very prettyyf tier Income Is
somewhat more tbn/i a dollar per minute.
and there anV jyjs.GOO minutes In
a year. She Is ^aid to give about 12
l) irs u day to c/STm-ur
Tlic gciitlcnj/au who mentioned my
name to Mls^ Glendon persunded me,
at her rcqr MrX, to go wltb hlui to call
upon her. Vj wa8 too feebleminded to
resist. T/h the best of my recollection,
1 dld^ -ytfot clearly understand where 1
wa"v/golng until I found myself In the
'"'yty's presence.
TTbe sight of Miss Ulcudon produced
considerable effect upon me. She
tjp** possesses uingnlticent health and re&
Teals, even to such eyes as mine were
then, the energy of a noble ?nd finely
hfdqnced nature.
\ forgot for ? few minute? that the
pntl|lnkj\blv WflU stood In front of
nrn anil I ?'n? rnnwlnny with n mild
wurprlms Of talking like a llv'ng anti
rational human t*(Dg.
After !i?!f ns* hour or generalities
|1Ikm r.IeMilori naked me If l would us
m bight or m us ^ r rod tew > t
. % OONSIDKUAULX KKKKCT ON MR.
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From a painting by Knopp.
dertake the inanngement of her children's
home, a very admirable charity
which she had established about a
year before. She had heard that i had
ho#1 ?r ?
-?i ii uoys school In Massachusetts
for a couple of years after
concluding my college course and tliat
I had done wonderful work. She knew
that I held a medical diploma, though
lj>nd practiced but little. The knowlher'opTnlon.
Altogether she Rpoke of
my desultory and purposeless career
as If It were the very thing she had
been In search of. and she apologized
with great delicacy for venturing to offer
me a position In which pecuniary
reward would not be at all equal to my
tieserts. Then she named a really
, handsome salary and paused for my reply.
Now. the fact Is that I would have
welcomed such a haven, and, above nil.
I would have sacrificed much tor the
sake of shoring any sort of work in
which Miss Glcmlon was engaged, but
I am honest in the main, and this thing
was not possible. I told Miss Glcndon
frankly that I was fitter to be 011 Inmate
of her home than the head of it;
that I wns utterly broken down and
prematurely In my second childhood
and that. In brief, the Institution could
not fall Into worse hnnds than mine If
the manager were chosen by chance
out of the.directory.
It appeared that my friend had prepared
her for this reply. lie had told
her that 1 was a bit the worse for past
anxiety and unwisely worried about
my health, but that there was really
nothing the matter. All 1 needed was
a little encouragement.
' Accepting this view, Miss Glendou
proceeded to encourage me. She told
me how well 1 was looking, and, ns a
matter of fact, I actually did look ns
rugged ns an ox. In earlier years 1
wns very strong, and the muscular
shell still stood, ns the bark of a tree
will sometimes stand when the heart
of It is dust. Fifty times while she
was talking to me 1 had to shake my
wits together and with a spasmodic effort
remember where 1 was and what
had happened, yet 1 talked as straight
as a tight string, as my friend informed
me afterward, "except," he added,
"for that foolishness about your health."
The upshot of it was that 1 became
IL of that Institution, r *
my act was a crime, l was no more li v
for it than n deaf man to lead an or!
ebestra. However, the novelty of it
buoyed me up for a few days, so that
none of my subordinates knew that 1
was out of my wits.
The work was really extremely attractive
to one who had como out defeated
from the aeliish strife of money
winning, and if I had been only >i little
less battered and worn 1 would have
heea a fairly efficient person. Even as
i was. the force within me might have
proved sufficient but for the increasing
rush of work incident to the coming
holidays.
Miss Ulendon had high ideas of the
Christmas time, and her plans for ranking
It memorable in the home were
well considered, but exceedingly comprehensive.
Moreover, she looked tc
me for suggestions, and 1 was becom
Ing Increasingly eager to serve hei
well.
But when a man's mind Is in such ?
AAnHIHaii that ho aon't Hnrv\tt/1 nitan ?*<v
iVVUUIVIVU ?UU V uv v??? % vvpvuu U|^/U *u
memberlng his own name If aalced foi
it in a hurry there is little use is ex
THE MORNING OF
pectin# him to lay plans or. even to car- sf
ry out those of another person. I he- ol
gun to worry about the matter, to
dream or it and to talk aloud about it, si
to ray o wn great shame. to
Then I resigned nnd was laughed at
by Miss Cleiidon, who assured me that ' ai
my success had passed hei utmost ex- B.
pectatiuns. So nothing rcuiained but hi
to go on, a wooilen niitnmnton ?"i
where It stood.
And It didn't want to break down! ui
Let me assure j'ou that 1 had no appy- a (
tite for such n performance. 1 strove
nMl?cf U n.w? m
ing the very strength 1 needed. i tr;
On Christmas day 1 was at my very w
Worst. I wandered from room to room, sh
giving orders that others seemed * ar
think were rational, though 1 had littl
understanding of them myself. We es
had many visitors, and 1 greeted them, m
and they said pleasant conventional
things, as if they noticed nothing amiss er
in me. dc
And then, as It seemed to me suddenly,
we were In the long dining so
room. The children were taking their i oi
places; the visitors lined the walls, enjoying
the sight of so much happiness. lb
There were 00 children, and they ht
looked to me like 000. The room re
seemed to stretch away a mile at least I
to where Miss Glendon sat at the far It,
end of the tablo with her eyes upon uj
me. w
I had risen to speak, but why I did ot
not know. Every one was waiting. n<
1 could no'; remember what 1 had ?*
meant to say nor why I had decided to di
speak at all. I merely knew that this bl
was the end of nie. and the tears came
Into my ej'es. j[
Then in the stillness 1 heard a
afmntrn aennl/lntr capiwI T fnlt o ollirhl
Jar. There was n faint cry from among
the densest crowd of visitors. One of
the children near me screamed in a
shrill voice, "The floor's slukin down!" R
ill I 4&J I w
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r "MA0N1KICKKTI" SHE SOBBED. (
; Far awny I could see Miss Qlendon's
face as white as paper. 1 was mildly c
> interested, half nwnkencd. It came ^
to me like a commonplace that the eel- jt
> lar extended only half" the length of ^
the house. p
> "Sit still," said 1 In a tone of ardinu- v
. ry conversation. "There Is no cellar q
under us." ^
Rather the tone than the words re- j,
i assured them. The rush that had been $
. Imminent did not come. Some of the
r more nervous visitors edged away by p
the t**a doors that were available. . 1 g
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THE NATfVITY^
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mv Miss (Jlcndon whispering lo some | th
f the girls, who went out quietly. j
The housekeeper standing in the door lin
lid, "I w 11 nt ten of the higgest lio.vs po
i help me with something." 1
I told them off mechanically, with pei
y pointing linger, and they went out. of
y this time there were not more than gli;
ilf as Aiany people in tlie room and thi
c'<WtCiL,1? ,D>oeJ> .wultrlii ns
e other room," said Miss CJIeudon iu i?>elear,
high tone. fig
Then there was a rush, but not what loo
Iglit have been. I walked as In a coi
nnec to the door where she stood mil
bile the last child passed out. Then inc
ie closed the door and clasped her , A
nis Impulsively around me. , bel
"Magnificent!" she sobbed. "The (in- ' or
;t lie God ever put Into a man's ah<
outh!" its
"Eternal heaven." 1 cried, "it's this
id of the bouse that the cellar Is un>r!
I?I had forgotten!"
But she would never believe It. She
ild It was my modesty. She got an
ilnion from the carpenter that the A
)or must have fallen and cost a dozen. m
res and no man knoweth how many M
oken boties but for my coolness and
ady wit. I
It Is all nonsense, but I can't prove 1
, and the less readily because 1 began i M
?on that day to recover. 1 den't know j m
by. Perhaps it was the natural course *
' the malady; perhaps Providence had
> further need of me In the character
' a lunatic. At any rate, i am well to*
ly and should be more than hnpi>y
at for ibe false halo that 1 wear In
ie eves of tlie woman 1 love.
'HE MADONNA IN ART r,
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(VRIED CONCEPTIONS BY THE da
WORLD'S GREATEST PAINTERS. !'
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phael'a Slatlne Madonna and the oll
"Midonna dell* Bedln" ? A Slory Q1|
About Murillo'a "Madonna of the
Napkin." er]
There Is one subject for a picture
'bleb has uever grown old or tiro
>me. It was seen In tbe rough daubs M
f tbe painters of the dark ages when
iclted wax and coarse wood were the rtist's
materials and the knowledge
f anatomy was a fearful thing akin tb
> witchcraft; It Is seen nowadays hung CI
i the Salon, painted on fine canvas "I
rlth paints that are almost luminous,
rawn by master bauds aud signed by
laster names. The Madonna and the
hild?no subject has ever stirred the
earts of mcD as this one has. because
o subject could be so universally un*
erstood. The scholar and tlio prince-,
le peasant woman and the little child,
one fails to grasp its moaning, and
tirough tne hearts of all it sends a
indred thrill.
It would be Impossible to make a
ollection of all the Madonnas that
ave been painted. There would be at
sast a thousand, and they are scatter- i
il all over the world, from Raphaels of
iriceless value to the modest canases
whkcb adorn village churches.
Ihere have been many controversies.
X), regarding the merit of the paintigs,
soune preferring the modern Maonnas
and some the anclont.
"What is the greatest Madonna ever
tainted1 asked a fashionable enraver.
He pointed to an etching of
e Sistino Madonna. '
And what is tin? .Madonna that 3*011
ve the most call for?" I pursued. lie
luted to the same picture,
riiere Is 110 doubt about it. It is the
iu*l of them all. the crowning work
Raphael's long procession of Vlris.
The others were but studies for
s one. With the dignity of a mothflt'd.
of a queen she holds her son In
Ul wu^ci vru vj 110 aiu. ut*
[nation' In nt? tlyvw, -cuu divine Ink
in the Virgin's face of Infinite
upnsslon, as If she understood the
series of men and would be their
diator.
mother of Itnphuers works was set
Tore me-the "Madonna dolla Sedla."
the Madonna with the chair, and
out this there is a pretty story. In
ily there lived a peasant named Ma
HJtAD OV TITK SISTIXK MADONNA.
[By Raphael.]
. She was a good girl In every waylustrious,
devout and charitable. One
y she found a hermit lying ill on the
juntuin side, and as a reward for the
lp she gave him he blessed her, no
e legend goes, and prophesied that
c day she would be painted as the
ather of Clod. Years passed by, and
she sat In the garden one sunny aftnoon
with her baby In her arms and
r little boy playing about her knee a
ndsomc young man entered the gate
id paused in admiration on seeing the
oup.
"I am Raphael Sanzio," he said, dofig
hia velvet cap. "and 1 would like
paint you as you sit there." And
iat was the original of the Virgin, the
hild and the little St. John In the
dudonna della Sedla."
If I had not been speaking partlcurly
of Madonnas with the Child. I I
lould have placed Murlllo's "Immacuite
Conception" next to the Slstlne Ma >nnn
in popularity, for certainly this
rent masterpiece is appreciated. There
MADONNA AND CHILD
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m NEWBORN RING. |
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f>ISKN with healing on His
' > M'illgS,
ight and life to all He brings,
all, the Sun of Righteousness!
ail, the Heaven born Prince
of Peace!
oly Father, Holy Son, *
oly Spirit, Three in One !
lory, as of old, to Thee,
>\v and evermore shall be !
urli ! the herald angels sing
lory to the newborn King.
Charles Wesley.
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Is, however, n less well known Virgin
of Murlllo about which there Is a curious
story. As he was about to leave
a monastery where he had been executing
nil altar piece, the cook, a fervent
brother, begged the artist to paint him
a little Madonna. The prayer was
such an earnest one that Murlllo could
uot refuse. There was no canvas on
The features were oV snob benuty that
the"Napkin." " nnA ? to
Among the modern paintings the Madonna
of Rodenliauseu, with her long
flowing hair and her sweet faced Child,
is a great favorite. True, the girlishness
of the Virgin detracts somewhat
from her dignity, but that is the modern
idea. The "Virgin of Deliverance,"
by Hebert, Is a masterpiece and Is one
of the very best of the modern conceptions
of Mary, combining as It does
great dignity with sweetness. The Qer^
man artist Grosse, who spent some of
the best years of his life studying
Raphael, has painted an admirable
Madonna, but perhaps of all living artists
Bouguereau's talent for painting
beautiful young girls and little
children enables blm to give us the
most poetic and beautiful Virgin.
Maud Robinson.
SIGNS OF CHRISTMA8.
BY WILLIS B. HAWKINS.
When ma begin* to tiptoe round "i j
'N we begin to hear (.i
A certain bushy, whisp'rln sound _ 4
About tliis lime of year.
We know that she 'n Sandy CI a us ;
Arc flxin things to do, i j j
'H *o we never peek, becauae , 'j
They never want us to. : |
When
sister Marv goes about
A-hlntln that (lie wishes , J
She had a (capot with a spout
To match tier set of dishes,
We know it's time for us to writs
Our letters 'n to set 'em
Beside the hearth where, in the night,
Olc Sandy ClausMl get 'am.
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When all the seats In Sunday school /
Are filled *ith girls 'n boys i ;
'M no one ever breaks a rule
'It makes a bit of noise.
We know it ean't be very long j
Till Sandy will appear j
'N pass his presents to the throng j
That comes but once a year. ]
When Aunt Melindy comes 'o brings
The children 'n the bird,
'N she 'n ma make popcorn strings.
We never say a word.
But anybody ought to see
That she has come to stay
Till time to hav* the Chrla'tnus tres.
Which can't be far away.
When pa comes sneakln 'crost the lot
You'd think he'd stole the things he's got
Inside his overcoat.
We know it's time tor us to run
'N carry in the wood .
'K see that all our chores are done
t 'N otherwise be good.
Why, Indeed?
Waitress ? Ronstbeofmuttonroas?*
porkmnKhedorbrownpotatoesbeetspuddlngorple?
Customer? H'm. Are not tbese thing*
till In separate dishes?
"Yesslr."
"Then why do you announce them
as If they had already been made Into
hash?"?Indianapolis Press,
The price paid for a cradle U kMfel
waasr.?Ohleago MeWl.
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