“Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!Cheerily it ringeth through the air;Christmas bells, Christmas trees,Christmas odors on the breeze;Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!Cheerily it ringeth through the air.Deeds of Faith and Charity;These our offerings be,Leading every soul to sing,Christ was born for me!”
“Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!Cheerily it ringeth through the air;Christmas bells, Christmas trees,Christmas odors on the breeze;Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!Cheerily it ringeth through the air.Deeds of Faith and Charity;These our offerings be,Leading every soul to sing,Christ was born for me!”
“Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!Cheerily it ringeth through the air;Christmas bells, Christmas trees,Christmas odors on the breeze;Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!Cheerily it ringeth through the air.Deeds of Faith and Charity;These our offerings be,Leading every soul to sing,Christ was born for me!”
“Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!
Cheerily it ringeth through the air;
Christmas bells, Christmas trees,
Christmas odors on the breeze;
Merry, merry Christmas everywhere!
Cheerily it ringeth through the air.
Deeds of Faith and Charity;
These our offerings be,
Leading every soul to sing,
Christ was born for me!”
The poor, little, happy, wondering children listened in delight, as the music seemed to hover and float on wings over the heads of the people, losing itself at last in the upper air.
And, all the while, the beautiful Christmas Tree stood glittering with its little candles, its green branches stripped of everything but their straight pine needles.
Miss Pike looked up from the children’s happy faces to the Christmas Tree, and her soul was stirred with awe. For the Christ-child on the topmost bough seemed alive; and behold how large he grew, how grand and beautiful! It was as if the heaven of heavens could not contain him: yet he was there in that very room, and she beheld him! His arms were extended in blessing, his lips moved, and in a still, small voice, as if it fell from the sky, she heard him say once more: “Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of heaven.”
SOPHIE MAY’S “LITTLE-FOLK’S” BOOKS.
family, one of which is girl in dress that's too big and trailingPRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.“‘Oh, what a fascinating creature,’ said the Man in the Moon, making an eye-glass with his thumb and fore-finger, and gazing at the lady boarder. ‘Are you a widow, mam?’”
PRUDY KEEPING HOUSE.“‘Oh, what a fascinating creature,’ said the Man in the Moon, making an eye-glass with his thumb and fore-finger, and gazing at the lady boarder. ‘Are you a widow, mam?’”
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SOPHIE MAY’S “LITTLE-FOLK’S” BOOKS.
LITTLE GRANDMOTHER.
“Grandmother Parlen when a little girl is the subject. Of course that was ever so long ago, when there were no lucifer matches, and steel and tinder were used to light fires; when soda and saleratus had never been heard of, but people made their pearl ash by soaking burnt crackers in water; when the dressmaker and the tailor and the shoemaker went from house to house twice a year to make the dresses and coats of the family.”—Transcript.
LITTLE GRANDFATHER.
“The story of Grandfather Parlen’s little boy life, of the days of knee breeches and cocked hats, full of odd incidents, queer and quaint sayings, and the customs of ‘ye olden time.’ These stories ofSophie May’sare so charmingly written that older folks may well amuse themselves by reading them. The same warm sympathy with childhood, the earnest naturalness, the novel charm of the preceding volumes will be found in this.”—Christian Messenger.
MISS THISTLEDOWN.
“One of the queerest of the Prudy family. Read the chapter heads and you will see just how much fun there must be in it. ‘Fly’s Heart,’ ‘Taking a Nap,’ ‘Going to the Fair,’ ‘The Dimple Dot,’ ‘The Hole in the Home,’ ‘The Little Bachelor,’ ‘Fly’s Bluebeard,’ ‘Playing Mamma,’ ‘Butter Spots,’ ‘Polly’s Secret,’ ‘The Snow Man,’ ‘The Owl and the Humming-Bird,’ ‘Talks of Hunting Deer,’ and ‘The Parlen Patchwork.’”
SOPHIE MAY’S “LITTLE-FOLK’S” BOOKS.
children playing in attic with woman looking onLITTLE GRANDMOTHER.“She played in the old garret, with Dr. Moses to attend her dolls when they were sick.”
LITTLE GRANDMOTHER.“She played in the old garret, with Dr. Moses to attend her dolls when they were sick.”
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SOPHIE MAY’S “LITTLE-FOLK’S” BOOKS.
Flaxie Frizzle cover
Transcriber’s Note:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Transcriber’s Note:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.