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In short, having spent to his very last "lac,"
Now Mandarin Ming sends over the sea
call on Levy the Jew,
Or on me, or in fact upon any other,
He's a trump of the very first water.
To say that I think you “had oughter."
ANNIE AND WILLIE'S PRAYER.-SOPHIA P. Snow.
'Twas the eve before Christmas; “Good night” had been
said, And Annie and Willie had crept into bed; There were tears on their pillows, and tears in their eyes, And each little bosom was heaving with sighs, For tv-night their stern father's command had been given That they should retire precisely at seven Instead of at eight; for they troubled him more With questions unheard of than ever before ; He had told them he thought this delusion a sin, No such being as Santa Claus ever had been, And he hoped, after this, he should never more hear How he scrambled down chimneys with presents, each year. And this was the reason that two little heads So restlessly tossed on their soft downy beds. Eight, nine, and the clock on the steeple tolled ten; Not a word had been spoken by either till then; When Willie's sad face from the blanket did peep, And whispered, “Dear Annie, is oo fast asleep?" “Why, no, brother Willie," a sweet voice replies, “ I've tried it in vain, but I can't shut my eyes ; For somehow, it makes me so sorry because Dear papa bas said there is no Santa Claus; Now we know there is, and it can't be denied, For he came every year before mamma died; But then I've been thinking that she used to pray, And God would hear everything mamma would say; And perhaps she asked him to send Santa Claus here With the sacks full of presents he brought every year."
“Well, why tant we pay dest as mamma did then, And ask Him to send him with presents aden?” “I've been thinking so, too,” and, without a word more, Four little bare feet bounded out on the floor, And four little knees the soft carpet pressed, And two tiny hands were clasped close to each breast.
Now, Willie, you know we must firmly believe That the presents we ask for we're sure to receive; You must wait just as still till I say the 'Amen,' And by that you will know that your turn has come then. Dear Jesus, look down on my brother and me, And grant us the favor we are asking of Thee! I want a wax dolly, a tea-set and ring, And an ebony work-box that shuts with a spring. Bless papa, dear Jesus, and cause him to see That Santa Claus loves us far better than he; Don't let him get fretful and angry again At dear brother Willie, and Annie, Amen!” “ Peas Desus 'et Santa Taus tum down to-night, And bing us some pesents before it is 'ight; I want he should div me a nice ittle sed, With bight, shiny unners,
and all painted yed; A box full of tandy, a book and a toyAmen-and then Desus, I'll be a dood boy." Their prayers being ended they raised up their heads, And with hearts light and cheerful again sought their beds They were soon lost in slumber both peaceful and deep, And with fairies in dreamland were roaming in sleep. Eight, nine, and the little French clock had struck ten Ere the father had thought of his children again; He seems now to hear Annie's half suppressed sighs, And to see the big tears stand in Willie's blue eyes. “I was harsh with my darlings,” he mentally said, “And should not have sent them so early to bed ; But then I was troulled,-my feelings found vent, For bank-stock to-day has gone down ten per cent. But of course they've forgotten their troubles ere this, And that I denied them the thrice asked-for kiss ; But just to make sure I'll steal up to their door, For I never spoke harsh to my darlings before.” So saying, he softly ascended the stairs, And arrived at the door to hear both of their prayers.
His Annie's "bless papa," draws forth the big tears,
They laughed and they cried in their innocent glee, And shouted for papa to come quick and see What presents old Santa Claus brought in the night (Just the things that they wanted) and left before light; ** And now," added Annie, in a voice soft and low, • You'll believe there's a Santa Claus, papa, I know;" While dear little Willie climbed up on his knee, Determined no secret between them should be, And told in soft whispers how Annie bad said That their blessed mamma, so long ago dead, Used to kneel down and pray by the side of her chair, And that God, up in heaven, had answered her prayer! " Then we dot up, and payed dust as well as we tould, And Dod answered our payers; now wasn't he dood ?” “ I should say that he was if he sent you all these, And knew just what presents my children would please. Well, well, let him think so, the dear little elf, 'Twould be cruel to tell him I did it myself.” Blind father! who caused your proud heart to relent, And the hasty word spoken so soon to repent? "Twas the Being who made you steal softly up stairs, And made you His agent to answer their prayers.
WHAT DOES IT MATTER.
It matters little where I was born,
Or if my parents were rich or poor,
Or walked in the pride of wealth secure;
And hold my integrity firm in my clutch,
It matters much !
In a world of sorrow, sin, and care;
Or live till my bones of flesh are bare;
To soften the weight of adversity's touch
It matters much!