The Covington star. (Covington, Ga.) 1874-1902, December 25, 1888, Image 1

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And for softness of endurance to the eye cannot be excelled, enabling the wearer to read for hours without fatigue, Ia fact, they are Perfect Sight Preservers* ?? sstimonials from the leading physicians II Hie United States, governors, sena (ors, legislators, stock men, men of note in all professions and in differ¬ ent branches of trade, bankers, mechanics, etc., can be given who have had their sight improved by their use. LL; EYES-:-FITTED, ud the Fit Guaranteed by Dr. J. A. Wright, Covington, Ga. These glasses are not supplied to peddlers at any price. A. K. HAWKES, ®8julyl9. Atlanta, Ga ranktin B. Wright, COVINGTON, GA. esident Physician & Surgeon. Lynecology, Obstetrics, diseases of women and nnd all Chroniz' of a private nature, a special • 1 Lave a horse at lily command, n eh will enable me to attend calls • <e surrounding country, as we! iav city practice. FRANKLIN B. WRIGHT, M. D. co cri 7a ■ rt So : 3J CD K CO K 8 E—' w o h-q - o n CD n tfl - I (/) G3S 3 ^ <j ' < a •—i _ M ces * n ‘ ct; u P V 3% V , 09 J J u V «3 c CO o . O V c c CO B 1-4 g CD Ul n MLS o > L ^3 h ii O' COVINGTON, GEORGIA. TUESDAY, DECEMBER 25 , 1888 . »ONQ OF CHRtSTMAS. Bound over all water., resch out from lands all The chorus of voices, the clasping of hands: Bins hymns that were sung by the stars of the mom, Sing songs of the angels when Jesus torn. was With glad jubilations Bring hope to the nations! ^ d k night “ 6ndinS and dawn has g U Q La Rise, hope of the i ages, arise like the All speech flow to music, sun, all hearts beat as one. Bing the bridal of nations with chorals of love, Bing dovf* ^ VU ’ tUre and 8il, g in the Till tho hearts of the People keep time in accord, And ° l ^ W ° rld “ th0 voice the Clasp hands of the nations - In strong congratulations; The dark night island dawi has gun; be Rise, hope of the ages, arise lu e the sun, A.l speech flow to music, all hearts beat one. as Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace, East, R est, North and South let the lonz quarrefeease! Bing the song of great joy that the angels began, Bing of glory to God and good will to man Hark! joining in chorus The heavens bend o’er us; The dark night is ending and day has begun; Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun All speech flow to music, all hearts beat as one. —John O. Whittier. HANG UP THE BABY'S STOCKING. Hang up the baby’s stocking; Be sure you don’t forget— The dear little dimpled darling! She never saw Christmas yet; But I’ve told her all about it, And she opened her big, blue eyes, And I’m sure she understood it, She looked so funny and wise. Dear I What a tiny stocking I It doesn’t take much to hold l Such little pink toes as baby’s Away from the frost and cold. But then, for the baby’s Christmas It will never do at all; Why, Santa wouldn’t be looking For anything half so small. I know what will do for the baby, I’ve thought of the very best plan— I’ll borrow a stocking of grandma, The longest that ever I can; And you’ll hang it by mine, deal - mother, Right here in the corner, sol And - write ftTeiiM- toBr.uta, And fasten it on to the toe. Write: ‘This is the baby’s stookl That hangs in the corner here; You have never seen her, Santa, For she only came this year; But she’s just the blessedest baby— And now, before you go. Just cram her stocking with goodies, From the top clean down to the toe,” NEW YEAR HOPES. Oh! never sink ’neath Fortune’s frown, But brave her with a shout of cheer, And front her fairly—face her down— She's only stern to those who fearl Here’s “Better luck another year!” Another year! Aye, better luck another year! We’ll have her smile instead of SEeer—. A thousand smiles for every tear, With home made glad and goodly cheer; And better luok another year— Another year! W. Oilmore Simms, THE WAIFS CHRISTMAS. BY FLORENCE It. PENDEK. HRISTMAS morn! } clear, snow - decked, with the bluest of ^fand skies, and Jack Frost k old King Sol hold ing high cnrnivaL B; * A jolly day! fore¬ told the merry laugh of children as they tripped briskly along, taking in sundry peeps and whiffs of the forthcoming feasts. Huge turkeys robbed of all dignity, lying helpless upon their backs, their lank legs upraised m protest. Savory looking compounds being mixed by cook’s deft hands, while fruits,spices, etc., littered up the kitchen tables. Plenty and to spare for Gcd’s poor, At least so thought one of them, as he gazed into the kitchen window of a d-SJ* ho, i. ”,o l‘ 1 > h » " m “ d *“» th ” words ' don’t mind . , much .... bout . , “I rd like summat for the little un. Rathera comical figure did this young ■ter cut as hu bare feet wended them- I ■elves toward a less prosperous part of ; Brooklyn. Yet despite the amplitude of ragged bowsers and dilapidated frock coat, with its skirts reaching almost to hig ankles, there was something in the boy’s straightforward eyes and honest faco that gave evidence that ho was de serving of a better fate than that of a waif. Clothes, however, never troubled , him. Something to starve off the crav¬ ings of hunger and a hole to crawl into into at night, these were the things that were the cause of thought to this child j of the streets, more especially since he had taken unto himself a charge. Here tofore he had led a happy-go-lucky ex Istencc, notwithstanding the snubs that fell plentifully to his share. Foraging for breakfast was his errand this morn, but somehow, amid so much good cheer, ere seemed nothing for hii till a little 0 ness a woman, of moans, whoso paused garb at shewed t|.o sight scanti- of e a , and, opening a has kit she car ™’ aaid c!leerdy: nere sonny, there’s a couhlo of buns and a few cookies I made mjself, that 1 m taking to tho grandchildren. It’s not much, the Lord knows, but ye're ■welcome, and a blessed Christmas to ye.” n with a friendly nod she trotted off. J ecovering from his surprise, the boy lurried <« Oh. after, Isay, exclaiming thank breathlessly: My Bob, ye. name’s an’ if yer got any wood to saw I’m yer man.” 3*1.' ■—~ L —Ml [ini' % f w 4m ar yflJ l-G After ^ S£ “Lor, sonny! I haves it in, in bundles, hut you’ve the right heart, and the Lord loves a willing spirit,” then with her wrinkled face aglow with kindliness the worthy soul hastened on her way. “Here’s luck!” ejaculated Bob, “and I’m b’lievin’ what Johnnie’s mother said,” and Bob repeated slowly. “The Lord cares for the orphan,” ad ding emphatically, “and I’m blessed if I ain’t an out-an’-outer; fur a feller I couldn’t be orpbaner than a feller wot never had no father an’ mother, I take I it.” j Here, with a whoop, Bob darted across the street. A barrel of molasses had been stove in, and a swarm of young¬ sters were scooping up tho sticky mess by every available means. Seizing a broken dish from out an accommodating ash barrel, Bob secured a share of the prize, uttering: “I’m a squealer if we ain’t in fur a regular jollification.” His dish full, off he started, and after sundry turns made his way to a vacant lot, where shielded by apile of bricks,lay, tilted to one side, a large crate, partially stuffed with straw. ii Hello, Johnnie! Wake up 1” shouted Bob, at which a little mnow, with tho bonniest of blue eyes and the sunniest of curls, poked his head from out of the straw in the crate, with: “I’se here, Bob. Does us have break fast?” “You bet,” replied Bob, displaying the treat, and continuing with: “We are going to do things in style this Christmas. Nibble on that while I set the table.” and Bob tossed the little chap a cookie; then, gravely piling sev eral bricks together, he placed thereon the broken dish of molasses and the old woman’s donation, when, wedging him self in beside Johnnie, and tucking tho straw snugly about them, he ejaculated; U Pitch in, little ’un, and say grace. Folding his tiny hands, Johnnie lisped, gravely: “For what us ’bout to ’ceive, Lord be thankful. Amen.” To which Bob subjoined: “Here’s to the old lady's good health! Merry Christmas! Hurray 1” After this rather peculiar grace tho feast proceeded without interruption until Johnnie propounded: ii What’s Santy Claws 1” “Oh, he’s a chap with a jolly, red face an’ white beard, wot goes round Christmas with heaps of toys and sich.” i * Will he come here?” cried Johnnie, his eyes opening wide. a No, I don’t b’lieve as how he’ll visit our establishment. I only hear tell of him going to the nobs, as can buy plenty for themselves,” answered Bob, grin nipg. haps Mis.^.mty “P’haps—oh, Bob! p Claws’ull come to us poor folks?” mter rogated Johnnie, wistfully, “Mrs. Santy 1 laws? I never eiactiy heard of sich,.but I hear say there s a wo man at the bottom of everythin ; so I guess there’s a nice, jolly old lady Santy Claws,” repliedJBob, assumgly. as he « Johnnie’s next query. coe.1,’ 'drew,»„ upon hi. J-**-. 2 itd he'pfo”,' STL* “^oh!” rM >. uttered Johnnie, with a wistful sinjb and “it * ’ud be nice there, wouldn’t B? Then, nestli t0 hw co m panion, he added: ^ ^ too in this warni straw, an I like being wU U>u, Bob, towgfd ^ - melo ‘ hem .°™ crisp morning air. A. of prayer „ cglled out Bob) -bow’d ■ ’ . , 76 nat s f) mere. ae re?” questioned quesim the little fellow. the (( Oh, they ses prayers, an’ plays orgin, _ sings, an’ folks as wants to an take a snooze. ’ “Is it warm?” anxiously asked John me, middling into e ■ r ■ sefys “Warm? You bet! An as-Mcrawling go c ‘ out of his nest, .helooked Such a quaint little figvJ* 85 all muffled up m an old shawl, the ends trailing on the ground as he marched happily off, his hand in Bob’s. Shortly after these two children stood watching the handsomely dressed throng as it en tered a fashionable place of worship, till Bob, with .4 Now, Johnnie, look alive, or the cop’ll nail us,” pushed the child before him into the crowd, and, sure enough, an alert policeman, spying Bob, made a grab for him, which Bob deftly eluded, but meanwhile Johnnie was carried on toward the baize door amid a swirl of silks and satins. Tho little fellow was a trifle awed at the church’s solemn grandeur; but as Bob never failed to turn up all right, Johnnie made for an empty pew and curled himself up on a hassock to await his friend’s coming. Presently the or¬ gan pealed forth, and Joiinnie’s eyes grew round with astonishment as tn, voices of the unseen choir miuglstf'with wondrous tones. But soon the lit¬ tle head drooped, and lulled by the sweet strains and the unusual warmth and comfort, the child slept, Nor heeded he the advent of a plump, rosy cheeked lady, whose white hair con¬ trasted so prettily with her still young face » and " hose companion—a stout, JolI - y ’ florid - fa ced gentleman—possessed a Lushy head of hair and beard of silvery wl “teness. A faint exclamation escaped the lady; then, turning to the gentlo man > she whispered: “Look! The poor little Iambi” “Shall I speak to the usher?” ques ^°ned ^e. One swift glance at the pale, little face and t ^ e lady shook her head, answering: i. No, nol Let him be, the dear.” Many times durin i S the service the lady’s dark eyes strayed to tho little 8 ^ ee P or i and once when the child stirred uneaail y her daintily-gloved hand softly stroked his pretty curls. ^ sw ' s ^ a rusde— the congregation was dismissed. The lady of the rosy cheeks and white hair drew her sealskin a L° u f her, but her gaze rested lingsr in g'y u P on the sleeping child. “ Well > dameP and a merry twinkle glistened in the speaker’s eyes as he ad ded: “Looks as if a turkey bone might relidl i don 1 he?’’ ‘ Bless his little heart, and, oh, I doat you td ' nk we mi ght?’ And so > wliat was Bob’s astonishment 1 ~ for had ’[“P™ d round, amusing ht couta to’see a lady and gentleman come forth from the churctl > Allowed by a footman bearing tlie slee pin S J °hnnie, carefully rolled up - “ a handsome carnage rug. Drawn up to the curb was a stylish turnout, into which the lady and gentleman stepped, the footman placing Johnnie on the seat beside him; then, as the lackey swung himself on to the box, away started the carriage down the street, Bob yelling out: “Jimmy cracky! if I don’t believe Johnnie’s struck ile 1” Darting after the carriage, he clung on behind, taking good care, however, to keep out of sight of the driver and foot man. toon they drew up before a handsome house, whose wide porch wore an air of cheery welcome. Bob, wiggling himself down from his perch as the door closed upon Johnnie and his newly-found friends, ejaculated, somewhat ruefully: .. Here’s a go 1 I wonder what ’ull turn up next? Anyhow, I hope it ’ull be something soft fur the little ’un. He ain’t calculated to rough it, like me. » ifc V i (p{>) i IK 1 ■ ~i i'V'v'j.- non' m 3 t i. ,'l r,7t ' fliaj ",i , A moment later the little un gazi ng wondenng j at his roun ding 8 his little hands softly patting “L°h' b '.“» on ...1, U j’^gh. » ih. rosj-oheohed ->hf - ~dX f«i turkey and pudding?” please, ma’am, Mrs. Santy claws.” answered Johnnie, eyeing the lady curiously, as he added, sagely: “Bob ^ wasa woman in everythin’, an d he guessed there’d be a Mrs. Santy „ The , ady laughed merri iy a8 a chuckle issued from the region of an easy chair and a voice remarked: “One for you, Dame!” “Who’s Bob, dear?” questioned lady, He takes “Why, he’s—Bob. care me. You’re Mr. Santy Claws,ain’t continued Johnnie, gazing knowingly the stout gentleman. . . Hey? Why? What makes think so?” “’Cause-’cause--” and ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ exclgim eagerly: “Oh. Mr. Santy Claws, won’t you bring Bob and me thin’?-’cause we never has We’s poor folks, but we ain’t bad, ain’t.” “Well, well,” somewhat huskily spoke the gentlemen, ‘tpind what is name?” A As the child, with a look of surprise, replied “Johnnie,” the lady cried in eager tones: 4i Oh, Bent Our baby’s name, and the pretty curls and blue eyes, so like. Isn’t it almost as if God had sent him in ex¬ change for our darling!” u If you please, sir, there’s a boy what insists on seeing you. Says his name’s Bob, sir,” Delivering himself of this message, the servant awaited his master’s pleasure. “It's Bob. My Bob!” uttered the child, delightedly. * “Show him up,” was the order. Bob paused upon the threshold of the luxuriously furnished room, feel¬ ing his dilapidated condition for the first time, but Johnnie running eagerly toward his young friend, drew him for¬ ward as the gentleman said kindly: “Come in, my lad, and tell us what you want.” “It ain’t nothin’, sir, only I see yer takin’ Johnnie, an’ I just followed to know what yer was minin’ to do. ’Cause I told his mother afore she died that I’d try an’ keep an eye on the little un, as there wasn’t nobody else to do ’t. She was allers good to me, she was, an’ a lady proper, too, if she didn’t rig out fine. Johnnie he can say grace an’ prayers which she teaclied him, right up to the handle, an’ he’s pretty, too, if he had fixings like rich young uns, an’ if yer feel sorter like adoptin’ him, why, I was goin’ to say”—here Bob paused, then added rather hurriedly—“I’ve noth¬ in’ agin it, seeing as yer do the square thing by the little un. >i Coaxingly drawing Johnnie toward her, the lady said: ( t Would you like to live with me al¬ ways, Johnnie*” I I! | I Tt l Ii If 1 c I y tfj. 'CTJ i I l s ^ ( \ r i X57. r “Oh, ycsl” cried the little fellow, clapping his hands; then, interrogatively, a grave look gathering in his pretty biue eyes. “And Bob, too?” A glance passed between husband and wife, when the former said heartily : ( > Suppose dame, you keep the little fel¬ low through the hclidays, and, well, I’ll look to the lad. How is it, my boy? Would you like to work for me?” l i Tip-top, sir,” was the ready reply. And so it came about that these two waifs—Bob in a neat suit, that his kind benefactor had managed somehow to pro¬ cure, and Johnnie in a little frock, long treasured by a mother’s constant love— sat down to a Christmas dinner that was a series of astonishing delights, to these small folks. Tears had dimmed the eyes of gentle “Mrs. Santy Claws,” as she clothed the tiny waif in garments that once belonged to her little son, her one yew lamb. Y r et somehow the touch of Johnnie’s baby fingers carried comfort to her lonely heart and eased the regret that had long dwelt there. That evening as the rescued waif stood enjoying the blazing logs and quaint andirons of the old-fashioned fireplace, Bob suddenly exclaimed: “Here we’ve been havin’ no end of shindy, an’ yer ain’t said grace. Just yer fire ahead now, an’—an’ I’ll shove in a prayer, an’ don’t forget my old lady, cause she started us in on our luck to¬ day.” Kneeling, the child, Clasping his hands, obediently repeated: “For what us ’bout to ’ceive, Lord be thankful. God bless Santy Claws, Mr*. Santy Claws, the old lady an’ Bob an’ me, and please let us live here, amen. * * Amen! An’don't yer fergit it, lit tie ’un, subjoined Bob, gravely. As the child knelt, the firelight caress ing his golden locks, husband and wife stole softly in and listened to the prayer of his baby lips, till, stirred to its very depths was the mother’s love of this gen tie woman’s heart, and so, clasping her helpmate’s hand, she murmured eagerly: “Our children, husband. v “So be it, wife,” was the earnest answer, as, reverently bowing his head, he added: It And God’s gift.’ Dolly’s First Bath. X t m! - S0 E ! o liafln art VOL. XV. NO. 6 . Christmas in Many Climes. In Ireland and in Scotland, as well as in the most of the British provinces, the Christmas customs are very much the same as in England, varied chiefly by local customs and colored by the history and habits of the people. The midnight mass in Ireland, attended by a torch¬ light procession, is very impressive. Dancing and open-air games amuse the peasantry en Christmas Day. In the Scotch highlands the day is devoted to feasting and drinking, ball-playing and open-air games. Ct <s ,jp CO Ci A ■ J *1 if ft X £11 MM ip } (V - « m- 5G t NP J s 1 r t Ii M. ]] It 1 h a, V ; \T “ring out the old ring in the new.” < ( The Americans,” says the Two Re¬ publics, “celebrate Christmas with a tree, the Mexicans with a pinata. Every night till the twenty-fourth, inclusive, the pin¬ ata is broken. It is a largo oaken vessel, gayly decorated and filled with tooth - some dulces or candies, hung from the ceiling in the center of the room. The children are blindfolded and armed with sticks to break the jug. Many are the efforts made by the laughing, rollicking, joyous young volunteers to make them¬ selves masters of the situation, which they finally accomplish when some mem¬ ber of the blindfolded brigade with a lucky blow shatters the pinata. The crash of splintered, scattered c.ockery, the rattle of bon-bons aad the candies on the floor, is tho signal for the wrench¬ ing off of the mask, aud the children throw themselves upon the sweets, knowing that ‘Findings is havings.”' Presents are then passed around, among them Ohina baskets, figures and silk and satin boxes with candies. Danciag then commences and lasts until morning. In Holland the patron saint of Christ¬ mas is Peltz Nickel (taint Nicholas dressed in fur); he is also called Santa Klaus. He is described as a round, jolly fellow, with a red face and merry, twinkling eyes and white beard, who with reindeer and sledge drives upon the house-tops and comes down the chimney with presents for the children, who are taught by their parents to place their shoes aud stockings on the hearth, where he will fill them before morning if the children have been good. In Austria, Bohemia, Hungary and Poland the day before Christmas ii ob¬ served strictly as a religious fast. No meat is eaten, but toward evening, when the first star appears, tho tables aro lighted and the great banquet is spread, and all partake with appetites sharpened by the fast. At 12 o'clock guns are fired, drums are beaten about the streets, and every sort of noise is made until mass begins. n o 'U ^ til ! -i s n ii] l\ i ^ i !i>f l I w * J V ms j / .• M '4 iW , r *I\ V i decobatixg fob cnnisTMAS. Christmas Eve with the pious country folk in Suabia does not mean a mere ex : change of presents and compliments, but a devoted thankfulness for blessings re ceive d during the year. The poor ! the rich are for the nonce made one, their object being to assist the few their fellow townspeople living in squalor and want. During the evening ; hours of the day preceding the Saviour’s birth quiet joy holds supreme sway in j goodly portion of the thrifty villages the poetic Neckar Valley, and a good will to all is expressed upon the well-fed faces of young and old. The large front room of every cottage, •whose scrupulously clean floor is with shining sand, is decorated with em¬ blems suitable to the high holiday. broad sill by the quaiDt, ioned, small-paned window supports gay Christmas tree loaded down good things to eat and embellished dozens of wax candles, whose light dazzles the eye. The square heavy flour trough in the corner is ered with gifts for the little ones. substantial oaken table, which has duty in the family for perchance a tury, is almost breaking down under ! weight of toothsome morsels. Christmas Economy. “Mary,” said an economical husband, “I want to make you a Christmas present this year, but I really do not know what to get. I guess I’ll postpone it until next year and then get something nice. »1 * . John, you said that last year. ii t4 Really now, did I? Well, that proves that I never forget you.” “But, John, you may be dead by next year. 11 “Why, that’s true,and if I don’t waste my money on Christmas presents you’ll be so much better off. Really, Mary, I’m glad to see you look at matters in such a sensible light.” Christmas Chuckles. The season of Christmas has many a yuleogist. A Christmas belle—The girl with the ring in her voice who will always chime in when anything is tolled. Why is it that Christmas is so desired by tell tale people? Because they then have a chance to give things away. It is not the expense of a Christmas gift that makes it precious. It is the heart and good feeling that goes with it. A dealer in toys advertises “Fox and Geese” as a Christmas game. The Christ¬ mas game preferred by most people is the turkey. Every one must have noticed that when a man fetches home a Christmas present for his wife it is usually so large that he cannot conceal it, while on the other hand the wife’s present for her hus¬ band is readily hidden inside the palm of her glove. “Live, live to-daythe sage has said: The present’s ours, the future isn't; Regret not Christmases now fled; Content be with the “Christmas present.” A Christmas Eve Serenade. l I “7«j i'ml'ifi \SS If!! I ft -« si mm mw If/Iff Russian Christmas Sports. All of the racing is done on the ice. There aro many horses with record* which would do credit to the American turf which were never given an oppor¬ tunity for speed on a dirt course. They have run on ice and through the principal streets of the city and can be seen in the races without inconvenience. The main streets are veritable race courses during the winter months, there being no laws to prevent horses racing anywhere, the drivers simply assuming the responsi¬ bility of danger. All men of social standing own fast horses, and on Christ¬ mas day they drive them. The scene is brilliant. Tho sleighs are beautiful, and ars driven by women as well as men. Often three, four and five-horse sleighs arc in the races, and the daring displayed is witnessed nowhere else. In some of the bazaars at the churches and winter gardens tho girls who are in quest of husbands go to enter the com¬ petition of wife hunters. They aro dressed mo9t brilliantly, and the young i men who are in search of wives are accompanied by their fathers. More in¬ terest centres in the girls and their costumes than the bazaar. When a young man sees a girl he likes he makes a memorandum, and the next day his negotiator visits her mother or guardian and negotiations begin. It may be net till a match is made that the two see each other face to face. The holidays are not alone celebrated by the elder persons. The children have their sports. As soon as they appear on the streets in the morning they begin to pelt each other with rice, beans, bonbons and preserved fruits. It is a kind of • free treat, In which the parents fre¬ quently indulge and make up what takes the form of Christmas trees in America. Tie children form in groups and march through the streets and from house to house, singing carols, and are given sweets wherever they go. They are a , lot even though they have nat th# a(lvantages of gchool and training tho white children of many other C0UntrieB ..., , , ■ J 1 A Happy New-Year. Bring me a rose, and bring me a ring. And bring me a little plum-cake.my dearl*. The old year's out and the new year's in, And we must have something to make us cheery //&W> is m I V < H !i it '/i-i I F < | Poke up the fire, higher and higher, Light me the candles, and draw me the j curtain. Old Jacky Frost may hunt till he’s lost, I But he never will find the way in, that's certain.