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®Ml4wu’a Cornet. JESUS'SEAT. Far, far away o’er the deep blue sea Lived a man who was kind as kind could bo. He loved little children, and spread every day A table from which none went empty away Poor children came in from the alley aud street. With raison their backs, and no shoes on their feet; Girls and boys, large and small, some naughty and mde, Bnt John Falk loved them all and did them all good. And while they were eating, he often would tell Of the Lord Jesu9 Christ, who on earth did once andw r ell; How he loved little children—each one of them there He was watching from Heaven with tenderest care— And how happy and blessed would be the child's part Who would let that dear Saviour come dwell in his heart. Each day when the children assembled to eat, lie taught them to offer this grace for their meat: “Bless, Jesus' the food thou hast given us to-dav. And come aud sup with tu, dear Jesus, we pray.” But once when the children had finished this prayer, One poor little fellow stood still by his chair For a moment, then ran to the closet where stood The bright cups of tin and the platters of wood. “Now what is the matter TANARUS” said Falk to the child. The little one looked in his kind face and smiled : “We adcf'd the Lord Jesus just now in our grace To sup with us here ; but we’ve given him no place. If He should come in, how sad it would he ! But I'll pat Him a stool close here beside me.” Then the boy, quite contented, sat down to his food ; He was hungry and tired, and his supper was good ! But a few moments after, he heard at the door A knock low and timid, one knock, and no more. He started to open it, hoping to meet The Lord Jesus Christ come to look for his seat ; But when it was open lie no one could see But a poor little child, much poorer than he. His face blue with hunger, his garments, so old, Were dripping with rain, aud he shivered with cold. “Come in !” cried the boy, in a tone of delight, “I suppose the Lord Christ could not come here to night, Though we asked him to come and partake of our bread, So he's just sent you down to us here in bis stead. The supper is good, and we'll each give you some, And toll the Lord Christ we are glad you have come.” From that time, when the children assembled to eat. There was always one place called “the Lord Jesus’ seat.” And the best that they had was placed there each day For one who was poorer and hungrier than they. And the Lord Jesus Christ, in reply to their grace, Sent always some person to sit in his place ; And sweet was the food that the Lord did provide. For the stranger he sent them to cat at their side. Dear friends, who have read this short story, you know, The words that onr Saviour once spake when below, If we wish for his presence to hallow our bread, We must welcome the stranger he sends in his stead. When we set out our feasts, this our motto must be— “As ye do to my poor, ye have done unto me ! —Francis Eastwood. The Chrlstmis Story. It was told in a hospitable mansion in Mississippi. And the way of it was this: Like nearly all Southern mansions the doors of this one was hospitably open to those in need. It had opened that Christmas eve to take in a poor wanderer, without home and friends, who said bis name was Steve Col lins. “I just want somewhere to lay my head till morning, with a mouthful to eat,” he said. “My Master had not where to lay his head,and I'm like him in that respect.” He was kindly welcomed by Mrs. Wood ruff, and a seat in the chimney corner, where he was allowed to smoko, was given for the evening. Towards bed time he woke up from a doze, and seeing little El la’s stockings, which she had just hung by the fireplace, where Old Santa Claus could find it easily, he took it in his hands and stood up, saying: “This reminds me of my own young days, when I was happy, and had a home and a dear, good mother 1" Just then little Ella happened to see him with her stocking, and cried out: “O, ma, don’t let him take my stocking! Don’t let him take it. I want it to stay where Santa Claus will find it.” The old man hung up the stocking again, saying, “I was not going to take it child. I wouldn’t think ot hindering Santa Claus from filling it with good things.” But Ella was so excited at the mere pros pect of losing the presenis Santa Claus might bring her, that ' mamma' 1 had to qniet her by telling a story, as she folded the little one in her arms, and this is the story: SASTA CLAUS A BEGOATt. One cold winter night, while the wind blew bleak among the crags and rocks and lofty trees of the mountain, and the snow fell fast, and the water turned to ice, and travelers shuddered and drew their furs close about them, all was warm and cozy in a bright room nestled away in the heart of this snow-clad mountain of the far North. It was the home of Santa Claus, the Christ mas triend of all the children. What a lovely room! A glowing grate, bright lamps, soft carpet, shelves and tables laden with “goodies and pretties” of every kind. Golden oranges and rosy apple3 and can dies were there. Toys, all sorts, from hob by horse to trumpets and marbles for boys, were there. Dolls, oh! such dolls! and notions for girls, were there in abundance. On one side of the grate sat Kreche Kind ly, the good wife of Santa Claus—a rosy dame with a dimpled chin, and soft, dark eyes, and little fat hands busy dressing a large gay doll. Santa Claus in his suit of eider-down, and long white beard, was feed ing his six reindeer. “Santa !” called Kreche Kindly. “What is it, good wife ?” queried Santa Claus. “The time draws near for you to go your Christmas rounds. See, our shelves are laden,” and the merry old pair surveyed their treasures. . “Yes. the lime draws near,” replied San ta Claus, and his eyes twinkled with delight at the thought of Christmas. “But I was thinking,” continued Kreche Kindly, “that in bestowing our gifts, per haps you bestow many unworthily—that is, you give to children who have been naugh ty to parents and playmates, and neglectful of the poor—God’s poor !’’ “That may be, but I see no remedy.’ (Man-like.) .. _ , .. ••I will think,” sail creche Ktndly. THE CHRISTIAN INDEX AND SOUTH-WESTERN BAPTIST December 26. (Woman-like.) “I have it!’’ cried she in a moment more. “Let’s hear,” said Santa. “Do you drees like a beggar, and go from house to house, before Christmas, and try the children.” “Good !** exclaimed Santa Claus, jumping np and down with joy. “Quick, good dame, get me ready.’’ In a trice, the deft fingers of Kreche Kindly had arrayed him in a livery of rags, end embracing her, Santa Clau3 sallied forth, crutch in hand. From street to street, from house to house went the beg gar. First at the door of a brown stone front he rang, crying, “Charity for the poor !” “Be off; old Ragmuffiu,’’ sneered the petted child of wealth, as she tripped past him on her way iuto the street to buy confections for her own erijoymeDt, “Char ity for the poor!’’ cried the beggar, as be called at the home of the widow. Her child came to the door. She knew what it was to be poor, for she had felt poverty. Turn ing to her mother, who was at work, she whisperer! a word, and, returning, dropped a small coin into the ragged cap. “Charity for the poor!’’ cried Santa, the beggar, as he entered the gate of C square, the loveliest spot in all the city, where chil dren and nurses by the score daily meet. “Ragmuffin,” “Greybeard,” “Lazybone,’’ sneered some. “Poor man, we will help you,"said others. Bowing low, the beggar whistled a shrill note. A tinkling sound is heard, and quick as thought six tiny rein deer and a shining coach appear. Mounting his seat, lo! the beggar is arrayed in rich est furs and nodding plumes. Raising his cap, and making a courtly bow, be cried : “I am Santa Claus. I will come again Christmas night and I will remember.’’ Imagine the surprise of those who had scorned the lowly beggar, and the joy of those who had honored him. Children, you who are eagerly expectiug Santa Claus—there is One who will soon come again, and bring with Ilim gifts richer than ever Santa Claus gave to happy child at the mystic hour of Christmas night. Once He walked the earth in lowly form. He was called the Nazarene. When he comes again it will be in pomp and glory as Lord of heaven and earth. Honor ilim now, that lie may own you then. Aunt Oe., in Kind Words. Mistletoe Gathering in Normandy. It once happened to two American wan derers to spend Christinas in an old French chateau. We reached the grand old chateau, so venerable and ivy-grown, six weeks before Christmas. Thus we were in time to see the curious and interesting harvest which is collected every year, about the end of No vember. This is the gathering of tho mis tletoe, which grows abundantly in the ap ple orchards of Normandy, aid is sent tlience in great quantities to London and New York, though chiefly to the former city. For New York the mistletoe is gath ered near the end of November; fo London it is harvested a few days before O ’■islinas. Before Christmas, and when the apples have been gathered and carried to the cider presses, or stored away in “caves,” as tlio French call their cellars, all the peasant chil dren of the neighborhood, and poor people from the towns, came out to the mistletoe harvest. They are hired by the farmers for a few cents a day, and they gladly come with huge baskets, and with little donkey carts, (not much laiqrer than wheelbarrows), called ebarrettes. These are piled so high with the harvested parasite lliat they look like miniature hay-carts going home to the farmer’s barn. Little Jeanne Duval came up to the cli&t eau from Muire Brise’s orchard, having heard the foreign lady say that she wished to see tlie harvesters at work. “Will you tell the lady who talks like a baby that I have come to show Her the way to the orchard ?” she said to Eliza, the femme de chambre. The lady whose American French seemed so ba by-like to tlie patois-speaking child, rode along the broad highway, regarding the demure little maiden by her side more than the beautiful world about her, all silver gray and tawny-gold, olive-green and crim son in its glorious autumnal dress. Little Jeanne wore a coarse gray woolen petticoat reaching to her ankles, and beneath this were so many other short, full-gathered pet ticoats that her skirts stood out as if she were “making cheese,” as the children say She wore coarse stockings and B'ibols, or wooden shoes, that seemed as if they had been cut with a jack-knife from solid chunks of wood. Her loose black jacket reached just below her waist, and her head was cov ered with a white cotton cap, very like a night-cap, in which, as the lady said to herself, she looked like a little old woman cut short."— Si. Nicholas for December. Mistletoe at Christmas-tide. The hanging of the mistletoe is a cause of much frolic anil laughter iu the house. It is the rule that whoever is passing un der tho mistletoe-hough must submit to being kissed then and there by whosoever chooses to take that liberty. Asa bough usually hangs from the center of the celling, spreading over a large space, it follows that there must be much dodging or much kiss ing; I am inclined to think that there are both. The origin of this use of the mistletoe is not known; but we do know that more than eighteen hundred years ago, when the glad stars sang together over the manger in Bethlehem, aid wee men brought gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh to a young Child in the peasant-mother’s arms, England was a chill, mist-covered island, inhabited only by savages, who wore garments of skins and lived in huts of mud aod stone. Among these savage Britons there were pa gan priests called Druids. These priests were a mysterious folk, who lived in deuse woods far away from other men, and who, in the gloomy solitudes of the forest, per formed strange secret ceremonies. The “sacred groves,” as they were called, were of oak ; for the oak was a divine tree, ac cording to the Druidical religion. Within these sacred grove-, the priests, it is record ed in history, offered their sacrifices, and in some manner, not now known, they em ployed the mistletoe But ail mistletoe was not sacred to the Druids. They would have none but that which clung to the trunk and was nourished by the sap of the divine oak. To them, the apple-tree mis tletoe, which modern England uses so freely iu her holiday festivities, would he a worth less and common thing. When, in later centuries, England was taught the Christian religion by priests who went thither from Borne, the people, though professiog a belief ia Christ, retained mauy of their heathen rites and customs changed from their original moaning and purpose. At any rate, from the Druids, has come the modern usage of the mistletoe-bough, strangely preserved in festivities, which commemorate the birth of Him whose pure worship destroys all heathen superstitions.— St. NiehoUu for December J*e Whites’ Temptation. Deacon Jones kept a little fish market. “Do you want a boy to help you ?’’ asked Joe White one day. “1 guess “I can sell fish.” “Canyou give good weight to my custo mers, and take good care of my pennies ?” “Yes sir,” answered Joe, and forthwith he took his place in the market, weighed the fish, and kept the room in order. “ A whole day for fun, fireworks, and crackers, to morrow,” exclaimed Joe, as he buttoned his white apron around him, the day before the Fourth of July. A great trout was Hung down on the counter. “Here’s a royal trout Joe. I caught it myself. You may have it for ten cents. Just hand over the money, for I’m in a hur ry to buy my fire crackers,” said Ned Long, one of Joe’s mates. The Deacon was out, but Joe had made purchases for him before, so the dime was spun across to Ned, wlio was off like a shot. Just then Mrs. Martin appeared. “I want a nice trout for my dinner, to-morrow. Tins one will do, how much is it?” “A quarter, ma’am ;’’ and the fish was transferred to the lady’s basket, and the sil ver piece to the money-drawer. But here Joe paused. “Ten cents was very cheap for that fish. If I tell the Dea con it cost fifteen he’ll be satisfied; and I shall have five cents to invest in fire-crack ers.’’ The Deacon was pleased with Joe’s bars gain, and when the market was closed each went his way for the night. But the nickle in Joe’s pocket burned like a coal; he could eat no supper, and was cross and unhappy. At last he could stand it no longer, but, walking rapidly; tapped at the door of Dea con Jones’ cottage. A stand was drawn out, and before the open Bible sat, the old man. Joe’s heart al most failed him,but be told his story, and with tears of sorrow, laid the coin in the Deacon’s hand. Turning over the leaves of the Bjble, the old man read : “He that covereth iris sins shall not prosper : but whoso confesseth ami forsake!h them, shall have mercy. You have my forgiveness, Joe; now go home and confess to the Lord, hut remember you must forsake as well as con fess. And keep this little coin as long as you live, to remind you of this first tempta tion.”—Child's World. emus nr as eve. 'Twas on u Christmas ev’ning, Wht*n the town was mad with glee. And tlie hearts of youth and maiden Were glad as hearts can be ; That I peep'd into a window Of a dark and gloomy liut, Which seem'd to me the shadow Of the revelry without. A riiHh-light dimly burning Lay by the, tireless grate, And besido a rocking cradle A phiv'ring mother Fat ; And her hunger'd cheek* grew paler As her weary eyes would fall On the empty he* dies* stocking, Hung on the chimney wall. Then I watched the gray-hnir*d father, As be stole with HhoelesH feet Across the rough lnrnrd phthking. In from the nnow-laid utreet; And I saw him ,softly creeping With a broken, penny toy, And place it in the stocking Of hi* happy, sleeping boy. And when the Christmas morning Shall have broken on the land, And all the happy children With their gaudy gift* In hand, Shall have welcomed ,; Merry Christinas” With the long, familiar kfos ; There will be no lordling’n mansion That in happier than this ; Not with all their tinseled pleasure Will their hearts wear more of joy Than those who starv’d and shiver'd For this broken penny toy. —('laude Florance. CiirLDit&N Doing Good. —l am sure you will find out ways of showing kindness if you look for them. One strong lad I saw the other day carrying a heavy basket up a hill for a little tired girl. Anolher dear lad 1 met leading a blind man who had lost his faithful dog. An old lady, Bitting in her arm-chair by the fire, once said: “My grand-daughter there is bauds, feet and eyes to me.” “How 80 V” “Why she runs about so nimbly to do the work of the house; she brings me so wil lingly whatever I want; and when she lias done she sits down, and reads to me so nice ly a chapter in the Bible.*' One day a little girl came home from school quite happy to think that she had been useful. For there was a school-fello*v there in great trouble about the death of a baby brother. “And I pip my cheek against hers,” said her companion, “and l cried, too, because I was sorry for her, and afier a little while she left off crying, aud said I had done her good.’’ THE HICK DOLL Y. My dolly Is very stek ! I dont know what to do. Her little forehead It scowls quite horrid, Her Ups are turning blue. She's got a dreadful pain, I know it from her face ; 111 fetch a pellet and make her smell it, From mamma's medicine-case. There, there, my child, lie still; That’ssure to do you good; Now don’t he ugly. I'll wrap you snugly All in your scarlet hood. I know what made her sick ! She's had too much to eat! A piece of cheese, six blackberries, An l a little bit of meat! That’s too much for a doll (llusli ! Baby dear, don't cry!) All those blackberries,hesldesstewedoherrles And huckleberry pie ! I ought to be ashamed (Tnat’sjiist what mamma said) To let my dolly commit such folly, And get a pain in her head. Some gruel would do her good ; What fun 'twill be to make it! Just flour and water,and then my daughter, You’ll have to wake and take it. I'd like to be a cook ! How nice the gruel does smell ! Oh 1 there it goes all over her nose! Now dolly has got well 1 —Busan Coolidge, in the hvlepcnrient. The Thisklug Pansies, I was walking through my garden one morning, when 1 came suddenly upon my lit tle Madge, standing beside (he pansy-bed. She seemed in a very serious mood and had her hands ciasfied behind her. “Mamina, can pansies think ?” she asked, looking anxiously up into iny face. “ They can think il the roses can,” I answer ed. “But why does my 'tittle girl ask ?” “Because, mamma,” she said, talking very rapidly, “when 1 came down trough the gar den ’is morning all the pansies had their faces turned toward me, ami they looked as if they were finking ; and 1 fought 1 heard them say ; ‘Pick me, little girl! Please, pick me! And, mamma, 1 was so sorry for them, tied down on the ground, that 1 picked some.” And she held out to me both hands. They were filled with straggling rna ses of my laige, dark, rare purple pansies. “O i! my naughty little girl 1” I said, has tily. Bhe looked first at one hand arid then at the other, witli a distressed face, her cheeks glow- ing scarlet. “Mamma, I’ll put them all back if yon are sorry.” “But, my child, you say they asked you to pick them.” “I fought they did, mamma ; but, if you want me to, I'll put them all back,” she said, with quivering lip an like tears falling over her flushed cheeks. “We can’t put them back. But nevermind; there are plenty of pansies,” I eaid, wiping the tears away and kissing the hot cheeks. “Mamina woa’t scold this time. And the next time the flowers beg you to pick them come my dear, and ask mamma if she is willing. The flowers are rogues, I fear.” An hour afterward I saw the soothed Madge, with her doll, Annette, standing before the flowers, which I had arranged in a vase. She was telling dolly all about the aflair. As she oonciuded she shook her head at the blossoms, and I heard lier say: “Pansies, you coaxed me to do it. Yes, you did; you surely did. You are rogues. Mamma said so. But you can’t coax aue to do so any more. You were bad. Now you may just Bay your prayers and be sorry.” And she walked out of the room with a grand lir, saving. “Annette, my dear, I want you to ’member you must never pick pansies w ithout asking your Mamma Madge, ’cause it is'very naughty, and you know what happen to naughty dollies.”— Helen Philleo Jenkins, in “Thelndependent.” Hearing: Restored. Great invention by one who was deaf for2o years. Bend stamp for par ticulars. Jno. G.uim >ke. Lock Box, 905, Cov ington, Ky. ' dec2G.2t. R. M. W. CASE’S LIVER REMEDY AND BLOOD PURIFIER. TONIC Sc CORDIAL. This la not a patent medicine, but is prepared under the direction of I>r. M. W. Case, from liis lavorite proscription, which in an extensive practice of over 27 yeufs, he has found most effective in all cuset* of disordered liver or im pure blood. It is AITTI-BELIOUS. 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It is also a speedy restorative, and while its use secures a luxuriant growth of hair; it also brings back the natural color, and gives the most completo satisfaction in the using. The falling out of tho hair, the accumulations of dandruff, aud the premature change iu color, are all evidences of a diseased condition of the scalp and the glands which nourish the hair. To arrest those causes the article used most posses medical as well as chemical virtues, and the change must begin under the scalp to be of permanent aud lasting benefit. Buoli an article is Carboliue, and like many other wonderful discoveries, it is found to consist of elements almost in their natural state. Petroleum oil is the artiele which is made to work such extra ordinary results, but it is after it has been chemically treated aud completely deodorized that it is iu proper condition for the toilet. It was iu far-eff Russia that the effect of petroleum upon the hair was first observed, a Government officer having noticed that a partially bald lieadod servant of his, when trimming the lamps, had a habit of wiping his oil-besmeared hands in his scanty looks, and the result was in a few months a much finer head of black, glossy hair than he ever had before. The oil was tried on horses and cattle that had loßt their hair from tlie cattle plague, and the results wore as rapid as they were marvelous. The manes and even the tails of horses, which had falleu out, were completely restored in a fow weeks. These experiments wero heralded to tho world ; but the knowledge was practical ly useless to the prematurely bald and gray, ae no one in civilized society conld tolerate tlie uae of refined petroleum as a dressing for the hair. But the skill of one of our own chemists has overoome tho difficulty, and, by a process known only to himself, he has, after very elaborate and costly experiments, succeeded in deodorizing petroleum, which renders it susoeptible of being handled as daintily as the famous eau de co logne. Tlie experiments made with the deodor ized liquid on the human hair were attended with the most astonishing results, A few ap plications where the hair was thin and falling gave remarkable tone and vigor to the scalp and hair. Every particle of dandruff disappears on the first or soconi dressing, and the liquid, so searching in its nature, seems to penetrate to the roots at once and set up a radical change from the start. It ia well known that the most beautiful colors are made from petroleum, and by Borne mysterious operation of natnro the use of this article gradually imparts & beautiful light brown color to the hair, which, by continu ed use, deopons to a black. The color remains permanent for an indefinite length of time, and the change is so gradual that the most intimate friends can scarcely detect its progress. In a word, it is tlie most wonderful discovery of the age, and well calculated to make the premature ly bald and gray rejoice. We advise onr readers to give it a trial, feel ing satisfied that one application will convinoe them of itß wonderful effects.—[Pittsburg Com mercial of October 21, 1577. The article is telling its own story in the hands of thousands who are using it with most gratify ing and encouraging results : W. H. Bsill A Cos , Fifth Avenue Pharmacy, say : It affords us pleasure to add our names to your already long list of reoommeudationg for Sour valuable Hair Bestorer, “Carbolins.” We avo sold preparations for the hair for upwards of twenty years, but hsve never had one !o sell as well or give such universal satisfaction. We have examined your Carkoline with tho greatest care, and lind it contains nothing whatever in jurious to the hir or general health. We there fore recommend it with confidence to onr friends and the general public. Mr. Gustavus F. Hall, of the Oates Opera Troupe, writes : “After six weeks’ use am con vinced, as are also my comrades, that your Oar boline has and is producing a wonderful growth of hair where I had none for years.” Mr. N. HcClahkkk, Druggist, Pittsburg, Pa., says . “The good effects from the übo of Oarbo line are brought to my notice every day to such an extent as to justify me iu recommending it to my most intimate friends.” C. H. Smith, of the Jennie Hight Combination, writes: “After using your Carboline three weeks I am convinced that bald keadß can bo 're-halr od;’ its simply wonderful in my case.” CARBOLINE. Is now presented to the public without fear of contradiction aa the best Restorative and Bean tifier of the Hair the world ever produced. Price one Dollar per Bottle. KENNEDAY & CO~ Pittsburg, Pa. Bole Agents for the United States,the Cannadaa and Great Britain. Bold by all Druggists, Wholesale and Retail, throughout the Uuited States. I nmnir 1 'Jfhe most violent at n V I* Li lui n t& eks instantly relieved 14 A In 111 U by “Ucrman Asthma 11U X lilU.ll Cure." Never Fails. A single trial will convince the most skeptical. Priie 50cts.and $1 of all druggists. Sample free for Btamp. Try it. H. SCHIFFMANN, General Agent, St. Louis, Mo. OUR ILLUSTRATED CATALOGUE FREE ! IT CONTAINS MANY Useful Hints, Suggestions, Statistics, Tables, &c. For Farmers, Fruit Growers, And Grocers, And a full account of our Now Procoßs for Evap orating Fruits, Ac. Address, for catalogues, AMERICAN DRIER COMPANY, Chambersburg, JPa. For Agencies, address S. T. JENKINS, Atlanta, Ga. dec2G-lt General Southern Agent. 7