Morning chronicle and commercial and shipping gazette, 31 décembre 1887, Christmas and new year

[" w I'le.wj.QiLL \u2014- (thvistmus and ÎXciu M Wholesale and Retail A-\u2014//.Grocer, p 22 Fabrique St, U,Tm Quebec.Chine!5e and _ __Japanese CUBIOSmES AND GENERAI, W archcusci © 2« Knvmtff&m&mtm ^¦v::.Iv jçïsç£:+: -C®N * />\u2019\u201e «/»\u2022 (\u2022,*\u201e/ iiji/ntinhiH lit - ^/// 7 V/y/ -SvO^ 7\u2019> //* r .I/»#/* ^/»/ ^/#* Or##1# S: rë m fa-mxyprs- Æ ^V,NMN,; 4 ^ERÏfRV C0' » vv.v sTn' K- lüüiuumïMi ^ Diiiuer&Ev\u2019g Dress Boods£ Lace & Lisse Floimcings'L Jet and Pearl Beaded Paniers and Sets, Evening Shades in Suede and Silk Gloves from 8 to 20 buttons, Silk and Spun Hose, Fans, Flowers, Feathers, Laces, Fr illirgs, &c.V>3\\> \u2022>vl>i:):»i> .M am: at Short Xoficr, wineir, kou Stvi.r and Fit, i\u2019annot Be E.\\cem.ki>.Gl t ^\tUfPOKTKR OF )«?\t_ Ül&UOITOS, WATCKSS Hie European Bazaar Tlie European Bazaar 34\"MBRIQUE STHEtT'SA- m r GOING TO MARKET.CHRISTMAS.Come, sing the old song once more! The Christmas carol sing : With solemn joy, from shore to shore, Let earth her tribute bring.And see fulfilled those prophet dreams ; That Hebrew vision old; From Bethlehem\u2019s stall a glory streams That makes the future gold.A golden future\u2014health and peace To all l>eneath the sun ; A time when wars and wrongs will cease And heaven and earth be one Be this our trust through long delay, With so weak doubt defiled ; And be in ail our hearts to-day, New born, the eternal Child.r 4 9 (©HI^ISIPMAS ©HIMKS AND\ty KAIL\u2019S (©ALL.'\" - V .\t.;; .' tel» ;¦ 1 'Wt>r\\ ,>K .- .it ¦¦ ¦ ¦?M\\i»k in IIaki.y anti private St»l TIIKKN I\u2019ki it 1-2-0-10 N Montcalm Market Basement (East cml) and 17 Garden Street Telephonic Communication.A « all respectfully solicitetl.Gantts nr/ctwcc'/ J foc/HCmea r, ('Cteterf anrf - Ant?//}// r jJi/'i r/^/r Oam {jJtC'fj ff///eu4 f nvet ian«l a \"notl and varietl assortment of Writing, Aceunt-]5ook, \u2019opying, White ami Colored Tissue and Wrapping 1\u2019aiM\u2018is.¦V-RW.ROBINS IN SORROW.d.& J.DALY, Dealers in all kinds of \u20act&met Pawitïy, Eggs, Sams, Bacon, 3P3R3SS3BE &TXJD SALT 9PC3RÏC.Fresh Print, Creamery and Eastern Townships Tuh Butter, a specialty.Quebec Steam Dyeing and Scouring Worts Ncs.4 and 6 McMAHC^T STREET, Opposite St.Patrick\u2019s CIturch, S* llfrtffrv a Co Proprietors.Lai»ir>\u2019 anil Cextlemkx\u2019s ClothtNT.Cleaned and Pressed is a St PEntoR Manner.Faded Garments Restored in Color WITHOUT INJURY TO THE FABRIC.¦-x- Damaged Goods Refinished.Two ladies met in .John Street the other «lay, when the ft(llwingc>nversati«>n took place: \u2014 How do you do, Mrs.M., where bava you been this morning ! « >h replied the other lady, I hare just come from Anderson A Forrest's, where I have seen the most beautiful Brackets ami IUobt*s, all shades and colors.They really have the finest :uJsortm*-nt in town, and by tar the cheapest.I want to fix up a litth* tor Christmas and will certainly give my order to them.fhm'lfory* the .1 it -i : 3U - GARDEN STBEET - 36.£irU\u2019c\tkC?ccc.The Christmas-day was coming, the Christmas eve drew near ; The fir-trees they were talking loud at midnight, cold and clear.And this was what the firtrees said, all in the pale moonlight : \u201c Now, which of us shall chosen be to grace the Holy Night ?\u201d The tall trees and the goodly trees raised each a lofty head.In glad and secret confidence, though not a word they said.But one, the baby of the band, could not restrain a sigh: \u201c You all will be approved,\u201d he said, hut oh, what chance have I ?I am so small, so very small, no one will mark or know How thick and green my needles are, how true my branches grow : Few toys or candles could I hold, hut heart and will are free.And in my heart of hearts I know I am a Christmas tree.\u201d The Christmas angel hovered near ; he caught the grieving word.And laughing low he hurried forth, with love and pity stirred.He sought and found St.Nicholas, the dear old Christmas Saint, And in his fatherly kind ear rehearsed the fir-tree\u2019s plaint.Saints are all powerful, we know, so it l>ofel :hat day That, axe on shoulder, to the grove a woodman took his way.One baby-girl he had at home, ami he went forth to find A little tree as small xs she, just suited to his mind.Oh, glad and proud the baby-fir.amid its brethren tall, To be thus chosen and singletl out, the first among them all Î He stretched his fragrant branches, his little heart beat fast.He was a real Christmas tree; he had his wish at last.One large anti shining apple with cheeks of ruddy gold, Six tapers anil a tiny doll were all that he could hold.The baby laughed, the baby crowed, to see the tapers bright ; The forest baby felt the joy, and shared in the delight.An.>\t.y.~ \\gf'l\u2018SLLi ¦ ¦r&* £\"*4*39.~yëk£g0 r«ea^ V / V^~ ; \u2022 irtMf AîjÊ»* \t THE INTRUDER ^4 / 'i-û.: (, : c>- v>» v * ->* 3^mm| « ** j '.~-aT 'yz&ZZ, \\, '.i-\u2014-.f.'fVjWii D ^ ** ^ / H.'M' 4 \\ *SiL , ¦ > .mcr^- \u2022ybD aHfv s^LV mEg+ù* ¦¦-, ifcÿ?Srui^hua ^ o'j' c ft a.I hkakd the bells on Christmas day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good will to men ! And thought how, as the day had come, The belfries of all Christendom Had rolled along The unbroken sung Of peace on earth, good-will to men ! Till ringing, singing on its way, The world revolved from night to day, A voice, a chime, A chant sublime, Of peace on earth, good-will to men ! Hut in despair I bowed my head\u2014 \u201c There is no peace on earth,\" I said ; \u201c For hate is strong And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men !\u2019 Then peeled the bells more loud and deep, \u201cGod is not dead, nor doth He sleep ! The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will to men !\u2019\u2019 \u2014Longfellow.SMALL boy (at church picnic)\u2014I say, Johnny, where\u2019s them nice ham san'wiche> your ma put up for you?These ain't no good.Johnny (bitterly)\u2014The Superintendent an\u2019 the teachers is a-eatin\u2019 of \u2019em.Countryman (to dentist) I wouldn't pay nothin\u2019 extry fer gas.Just yank her out if it does hurt.Dentist\u2014You are plucky, sir.Let me see the tooth.Countryman\u2014Oh, 'taint me that\u2019s got the toothache; it\u2019s my wife.She'll be here in a minute.\u201c Patsy, oi\u2019ve been insulted.Mickey Doolan called me a liar,\u201d said an ex:ited Irishman.\u201c An\u2019 phat are ye/, goin\u2019 to do about it ?\u201d \u201c I don\u2019t know.I\u2019hwat wouhl you do av ye wor me?\u201d \u201c Well, Dinny, I think oi\u2019d tell the troot' oftener.\u201d \u201c I'm not going to play w ith Willie Wallies any more,\u201d was Flossie\u2019s dictum.\u201c Willie is a very nice little boy,\" said her mamma.\u201c I don\u2019t like him.In fact, I don\u2019t like boys at all, mamma.I guess it\u2019s because I\u2019m not old enough.\" .r\u201e .fh - it-'ll -h\t\u201e .\u2019,1¦ n-a .i-ïi - u-n - u a -a - There\u2019s no Use in Talking The way to enjoy good health is to keep the body in order, and one of the first things to d is t see that your blood is not contaminated with impurities, and it is the universal verdict that to drive out impurities is to use pure remédie*, not obnoxious drugs ami do, (or shot truing 1\u2018iecrust, and improving Roiled Paste.The COOK S nUKXlt is i-(|ital in puritv to the purest and tar ahead of any ether m economic value.It cotitaina no ingredient that would injure the most delicate stomach 5 ©Hl^ISTMAS (yHIMES AND HEW yEAlfS (9ALL.^fu t^hua.v Tiiosf Christmas hells so sweetly chime, As on the day when lirst they rung So merrily in the olden time.And far and wide their music thing : Shaking the tall grey ivied tower.With all their deep melodious power : They still proclaim to every ear, Old Christmas comes hut once a year.Then he came singing through the woods, And plucked the holly bright and green ; Pulled here and there the ivy buds ; Was sometimes hidden, sometimes seen\u2014 Half buried \u2019neath the mistletoe, His long bea- l hung with Hakes of snow ; And still he ever carolled clear, OKI Christmas comes but once a year.The hall was then with holly crowned, \u2019Twas on the wild deer\u2019s antlers placed ; It hemmed the battered armor round, And every ancient trophy graced.It decked the boar\u2019s head, tusked ami grim.The wassail boa! wreathed to the brim.A summer green hung everywhere, For Christmas came but once a year.the door lay a small white drift that had sifted through the cracks of his poor little room\u2014for Tony did not live in a palace.After this Tony dozed oft' to sleep again ; and this time he slept so soundly that he did not waken until it was almost morning and he found a few faint streaks of daylight peeping in at his little window.He sprung out ol bed and began dressing: for Pony always made it his business to kindle the tire each morning for his grandmother.It took him some time to find his clothes, as the light was rather dim, ami the thought that it was Christmas morning made him a little impatient.It seemed to him that it never took him so long to dress before.I5ut at last he got down stairs; and by this time it was light enough to see objects about the room.He walked straight towards the corner where he had hung his stocking.1 here it was, sure enough.At first he thought there was nothing in it ; and his heart sank.But coming nearer he found the stocking bulging out with something inside, and putting in his hand he drew forth a large and heavy package.Only one package\u2014that was clear He had hoped there might be more than one ; but this was a good solid one, and he had made up his mind not to be disappointed.So he eagerly untied the string and unwrapped the paper and what do you suppose he found?A potato.That was all A single raw potatoe.To be sure, it was no common potato.Tony saw that, surprised and disappointed as he was.It was so large that Tony thought that it must have had a whole hill, if not a whole garden, to itself to grow in.And it was as line as it was large.It had a smooth skin, and swelled out at one place like Santa Claus belly, wnile one end had a rosy color like an alderman\u2019s nose, and little pink eyes that actually seemed to twinkle as Tony looked at them.And on what seemed to he the back of the potato there was pinned a little slip of paper, on which these words were written : * \u2022 \u2022 *.* ' \u2022 « * *#.# I For Tony\u2019s Christmas dinner.The maiden then in quaint attire.Loosed from her head the silken hood, Ami danced before the yule log tire\u2014 The crackling monarch of the wood.Helmet and shield (lashed back the blaze, In lines of light, like summer\u2019s rays, While music sounded loud and clear, For Christmas comes but once a year.No marvel Christmas lives so long, He never knew but merry hours.His nights were spent with mirth and song, In happy homes and princely bowers ; Was greeted both by serf and lord, And seated at the festal board, While every voice cried, \u201c Welcome here,\u201d OUI Christmas comes but once a year.But what cate we for days of old, The knights whose arms have turned to rust.Their grim boar\u2019s heads and pasties cold, Their castles crumbled into dust ?Never did sweeter faces go, Blushing beneath the mistletoe, Thau are to night assembled here, For Christmas comes but once a year.For those old times are dead and gone, And those who hailed them passed away, Yet still there lingers many a one To welcome in old Christmas day.The poor will many a care forget, The debtor think not of his debt ; Hut as they each enjoy their cheer, Wish it was Christmas all the year.^iVe fola te Of all the little heads that were Idled with visions of Santa Claus and the wonderful things he would bring them that Christmas morning, not one was more completely crammed and overflowing and actually dizzy with delight than the curly flaxen head of little Tony.On the evening before he had asked his grandmother for his longest ami largest stocking, and had hung it in the best place he could find for driving a nail in the chimney corner, where no one, he thought, could possibly be in the room a single minute without seeing it.\u201c For you know, granny,\u201d said Tony, \u201c it has to be hung where Santa Claus can find it quickly, for he has so many places to go to, and so many stockings to fill, that if he didn't see mine at once he might think there were no little boys or girls living here, and might hurry awa) without leaving me any thing.\u201d And at this thought Tony\u2019s lip quivered a little, although he was a brave boy, and had been used to hardships and disappointments since his dear father and mother died ami he had lived with his grandmother, who had tried her best, though she was very poor, to be both father and mother to him.So Tony knew that his stocking was hung just as well as it could possibly l>e, ami there was nothing for him to do but to go quietly to sleep and wait for morning to come.But this was not so easy, on account of the dreams and visions that danced through his head, and made him feel like doing almost anything else in the world rather than go to sleep.He kept thinking of all the things be would like to get, ami wondered how many of them he would really find, and how his stocking, big and stretchy as it really was, could possibly hold all the presents that, although he meant to be very modest in his hopes, he lelt sure Santa Claus would bring him.And while puzzling over this he (ell asleep ; but it would be hard to say whether his sleeping or his waking dreams were the more real to him He dreamed always of Santa Claus.Once he felt sure he heard him whistling to hi> reindeer team ; but when begot wideawake and listened, he found it was only the whistling of the w ind, as a storm was rising.And again, as he lay partly asleep, he heard a strange scratching sound upon the sloping roof just over his head, and he held his breath, as he thought it must surely lie the scratching and pawing ol the reindeer\u2019s feet.He started up in bed and listened with beating heart and strained his eyes at some white object near him that looked like a moonbeam ; but soon he found that a storm of hail and.snow was pelting the roof ami windows, and upon ! And don\u2019t forget the stuffing.: :\tSanta Claus.: *.Tony took the paper and the potato in his hand and sat down by thest he could for him; ami then it was rather pleasant to know that he had not been overlooked altogether, as he might have been.So he sat there thinking it over, a good deal puzzled, when his grandmother appeared \u201c See, granny,\u201d he said, \u201cthis is my Christmas present from Santa Claus; and laying it in her hand he turned away to make his lire and begin his morning tasks.He did not feel able to say any more about the matter just then and did not want his grandmother to see his disappointment.\u201c Well, Tony,\" said she, after a little while, \u201cat least we will have your potato roasted for dinner.I am sure there never was a liner one.And I will melt some butter to go with it.You know how fond you are of roasted potatoes and butter gravy.\u201d \u201c Granny,\u201d said Tony, \u201c what does this mean ?* Don't forgot the stuffing' I never heard of a stuft'ed potato before.\u201d \u201cIt is a curious message,\u201d she replied.\u201cPerhaps we shall understand it better by and by.She went on with her work, and Tony sat a long time at the window, watching her and thinking.He saw her wash the big potato carefully and place it in the oven.Presently she began setting the table ; and as she moved about very quietly, Tony, with his head leaning against the window, fell asleep, as he had l>een awake so much the night Ijefore.Ami now he dreamed, not of Santa Claus, but of his big potato.He saw it laying upon its back upon the table, in size like an enormous pumpkin ; ami its belly was plumper and its face rosier than before, while its pink eyes twinkled at him so fast he could hardly watch their motion.And then, as he dreamed, his grandmother cut the potato oj>en and a great cloud of steam arose, and through the steam he saw a great number of objects, such as he had thought alnnit the night before.He saw a pair of skates and some red woolen mittens and a Chinese puzzle and a shawl for grandmother and a book and a Tam O'Shanter cap and\u2014 \u201c Come, Tony ! wake up ! Dinner is all ready ! \u201d called grandmother.Tony sprang up.dashed some cold water over his face and hands, and was quickly seated at the table, with a good appetite.There was his Christmas potato, roasted to a rich brown and smoking hot.Tony\u2019s spirits rose as he caught the delicious smell.His grandmether took a knife and cut the big potato in two pieces, one for each of them.As she did so the knife struck against something hard, which, as she pressed it, rolled out upon the plate.Tony looked at his grandmother in astonishment, and noticed that her eyes were twinkling faster even than the jolly potato\u2019s had clone.Then he sprang from his chair and caught up the object that had rolled out of the potato.\u201c Hurrah !\u201d he cried.\u201c Don't forget the stuffing!\" It was a $10 gold piece.Tony fairly danced around the table, waving the money in the air as though it were a Hag.Then he threw his arms around his grandmother\u2019s neck and kissed her, seized his cap, and Hew out of the room.Grandmother smiled, and laid the big potato carefully back in the oven to keep it hot, for she knew he would soon return.Tony ran down the street till he reached a baker\u2019s shop which was still open.\u201c I want some things for our Christmas dinner.\u201d said he.He quickly chose a tine meat pie with richly browned top crust, some lovely cranberry tarts, and a package of the most delicious cakes the shop afforded.Then he ran into a grocer's and bought a basket of rosy-iheeked apples, and hurried borne with his treasures.\u201c See, granny !\u201d he exclaimed.\u201c this is for our Christmas dinner, to go with our potato.All these things were in the stuffing.And see all the money I have left !\u2014enough to buy all the things I wanted, and some nice presents lor you, too, dear granny.\" That evening when Mr.Dogood.their kind neighbor, came in to see them, Tony could talk of nothing but his good fortune.\u201c I don\u2019t believe that in all this town,\u201d said he, \u201c there\u2019s a single boy who got a better present than my Christmas potato.\" \u201c You are a good and brave boy, and deserve it,\u201d said Mr.Dogood, as he looked pleasantly at the old grandmother.G-EOIRGE ROMEJRIE, CM>]\\r*F*E*C*T*I*0*N*E*R, Corner of St.Patrick ami St.Augustin Streets, -(.1/O.Y7V.I/.I/ in/.*//,- Ha* constantly «n hand a\twhich uol&sMd to patrons choice Stock of the finest\tat Lowlst possible prices W KDDINt.t'AKKS.to suit sill pockets, made to order at shortest notice.All articles warranted pure and unadulterated.A cull solicitai.pANADIAN pXPRESS Ço Y General Express Forwarders, Shipping Agents ard Custom House Brokers, Forwaki* Merchandise, Money and Packages «>f every description to all ]>arts of the World : Collect Notes.Drafts, Accounts and Hills w ith goods (('.< ».D.throughout the Dominion of Canada, the I nited States and Europe.w.c.SCOTT, Aokxt,\tG.OHEXEY, Gen.Manager, t^i'KBKi'.\tMontreal.Que.-IN- Wati'hc'i and Jeit'cllcrn Ant kin.l of l>|niriiur or non work done \u2022¦IVK I S» A « AI-*' QgïfesPt.Tl.K k Son\u2019s \u201cART GEMS \u201d and \u201c MIZBAH \u201d Cards with versos by F K.Haveroal and other».Also, « auiso.n I\u2019imtos of \u201c CELEBBITIKS\u2019» taken from life, on Bf.vj:lled-Eim;e Ui'al>.A large assortment of XDir I'AXCY HOODS, OU T LOOKS, ToYS, dr., ar.for the Holiday \u2022Season.THOS.J.MANN,.232 John St.(*cithoHl) LEE, CUltl and\tr.ttlOV 20 IDvincio stx-oot, C^vioiooo.MILITARY TAILOR^to \"B\" BATTERY.Royal School of Artillery and Canadian Cavalry School Corps Ini To mis »r all description* made to order.Regulation am* I\u2019krfk.t Fit Wakuavtki*.Also, Best M.IB.ILiHOIISrAJRID.Large A^okimf.nt ok High Art Style Wall Papers AND A FUIX LINE OF - WINsuB \\ NEWTON\u2019S FINE_ AÀ AA A.A O A o AlA AA.À Ài* ÂÀ A A.Ajl o PAINTING and PAPERING Attended to ns utnal\u2014I\u2019RoMItly.THOMAS DEIiAITV, SHOPS _ I\tw 4\u201c\tI Champlain D.EandF | J» Ml ILCO\t, Wsall -o ALL KINDS OF FIRST QUALITY o_ Meat, Corued Rounds, Rumps aud Briskets, Pickled Tongues.Hotels and families supplied with every article in the Victualling line.FINEST BREAD and BISCUITS.EMINCION S -^.ODEL BAKERY Office : JJ8 John Streei.14378733 I 1 6 ©HI^ISTÜMAS ©MIMES AND RSW yEAI^S ©ALU .\u2022 û -vg> * ?fflrr* ( 'VS: v r 'r .¦\u2022¦ CHRISTMAS PREPARATIONS\u2014RETURN FROM THE CHASE 'fi SvaF- * ¦A « n .v * omi:Skts SiiKi.tiN;; Iîoiti.E', l\u2019M 'U (ini'i-' (in i.'lur < a-'.¦> , Sah iu-.i.s W hisks, i;i.nvK, Iîoxks S' r.v r ami .JEWi r.Cases cmLin«'>l, Ar.rti»\u201e in rit- -I.O,-ih ,w .\u2022 in J l.» until or ts were present when \u2018 the Child was born,\u2019 and fell upon their knees in a suppliant posture.\u201d The mistletoe is still suspended in the English farm houses ami kitchens all through Christmas, and the young men have the ,>ri\\ilege of kissing the girls under it, if they can, plucking each time a berry from the bush.But w hen the berries are all gone, this liberty ceases.On Christmas Eve the waits go from house to house, just as the family and guests retire, and sing a Christmas carol, then pass on This is often repeated during the twelve days of Christmas sports.Afterward they go to each of these houses with their Christmas lioxes for a small subscription.The old ceremony of serving the l»oar\u2019s head for the tir-t course at Christmas dinner is still adhered to in many portions of the old country.In more ancient times the peacock was the tirst dLh.sometimes made into a pie, at one end of which the head appeared above the crust in all its plumage with the lieak richly gilt, at the other end the tail full spread was suspended.\t_\t# n After the Christmas dinner came the maskings or \u201cmummeries, when the whole place was laid under contributions for the wardrobes, and when all were thus arrayed, it was finished by dancing.Enough of these amusements still remain for those who witness them at the present «lay to be able, by a little stretching of the imagination, to gain a tolerably good idea of what Christmas festivities might have been long years ago, and also how much of the Druktical \u201c yule-log \u201d celebrations mingled with the Christmas spurts of the Christian era.I.HP.HDZEIRY, Wholesale ami Retail Stationer, 40 St.Peter Street, Quebec.The Largest A\"0rtiu>-nt always k«pt on hand in ^ \u2014V Feu icy or Sta/ilr Station rrt/^\u2014 At tih.I.owi> i rr.K\u2019i s is tiii.City.OFFICE STATION ELY, A Sl\u2019E' IA LTV.\t^ 3HEOJOiII>A'Y* S3EASOTT T 59-old stand\t\u2014 -\u2014 - f CD Mountain Hill.Fiw $1 biVitih of oltt'dtjs OH lohi.l Ash All Oriit.it Articles is tiii.I.isi .Mrs.S.MeSOXTXTEliZi.i. ^HI^ISrPMAS ©HIMES AND llEW TJeA^S ©ALL.117/0/./ v i/./; 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