The Noble Weekly Journal. (Noble, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 11, Ed. 1 Friday, December 23, 1904 Page: 3 of 8
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Sing a song of Christmas,
Of angels bringing mirth,
And Heaven sending blessings
To this old weary earth
Sing a song of Christmas,
Of holly, pinf, and fir,
Of gold and gems for tribute,
Of fragrant spice and myrrh
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Ti!# shepherds on the lawn.
Or ere the point of dawn.
Sat simply chatting In d rustic row;
Pu.1 little thought they Uien
hat the mighty Pan
Was Kindly com® to Uvo with them below;
Perhaps their loves. or else their *heep.
Wu ail that did their silly Uwjglits so busy keep.
<^ *HI5 is the month, and this the happy mom.
/ I Wherein ;he Son of heaven s eternal King.
Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother bom.
Our great redemption from above did bring;
Fi>r so the holy sages once did sing
That Me our deadly forfeit should role.isj.
And with His Father work us a perpetual peaca
Sing a song of Christmas,
Of Mother Mary sweet,
And shepherds bowing lowly
At the Christ-Child's little feet
Sing a song of Christmas,'
Of love this happy morn,
For lol in old Judea
Our blessed Lord is boni.
That glorious form, that light unsufferable.
And that far beaming ble;o of majesty
Wherewith He wont at heaven's high council tabid
To sit the midst of Trlnal Unity.
He laid aside: and. here with us to be.
Forsook the courts of everlasting day.
And chose with us a darksome house of aerial clay.
hostel door Is barred.
/ I The night u dumb and dark as death.
Vr Maid Mary;
The snow Is frozen slippery hard.
"But all the skies are silver starred.
And scents or cassia and of nafd
Are wafled round my wayl" she salth. Maid Mary.
The stable door stands wide.
Scant lodging there for thee and me. Maid Mary:
Tho sleepy cattle stir Inside.
•• But there Is room where one may hide
Against tho happy morning tide.
That brings my Joy STjoyi I" salth she. Maid Mary.
•J! 1 was the winter wild.
"I While the heaven born Child
Jf* All meanly wrapt In the rude manger lies
Nature I* awe to Him.
Had dofTd her gaudy trim
With her great Master so to sympathize
It was ro season then for her
To wanton with We sun. her lusty paramour.
flew prlncc, Hew pomp
EH OLD a silly tender Babe.
In freezing winter night
In homely manger trembling lies
Alas I a piteous sight.
No war. or battle's sound
Was heard tho world around
The Idle spear and shield were high up hung
The hooked chariot stood
Unstaln'd with hostilo Mood:
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng.
And Kings sat stlil with awful eye.
As if they uroly knew their sovran Lord was by.
The Inns are full, no man will yield
This Httle Pilgrim bed:
But forced He Is with silly beasts
In crib to shroud His head.
Despise Him not tor lying there.
First what He Is Inquire:
An orient pearl Is often found
In depth of dirty mire.
But peaceful was tho r.lght
Wherein the Prince of Light
His reign of peace upon the earth began:'
The winds, with wonder whist.
Smoothly the waters klsl
Whispering new Joys to the mild ocoan.
Who now hath quite forgot to rave.
Whlla birds cf calm sli brooding on the charmet
Weigh not His crib. His wooden <ns!t
Nor beasts that by Him feed :
Weigh not Ills mother's poor attlra.
Nor Joseph's simple weetL
This stable Is a prince's court
The crib His chair of state:
The beasts are parcel of His pomp.
Tho wooden dlsfc His plato. \
Tho stars, with deep emaza.
Stand (U'd In steadfast gaze
Bending one way their precious Influence.
And III not tako their night
For all tho morning light
Or LUcifer. that often warn'd them thence:
But In their glimmtrlng orbs did glow
I'nUJ tholi Lord Himself bespoke, and Wd them gn.
With Joy approach. 0 Christian wight!
Do homage to thy King:
And highly praise this humble pomp.
Which He from heaven doili bring.
"A Christmas wedding is rather an
Unusual thing. At . Christmas-tide
everybody's mind is set on something
other than weddings, and to have one
then seems almost like an interruption
of the just mirth which reigns the
world over," writes Muriel Falkland in
the Housekeeper. The writer goes on
to describe how the idea of a Christ-
mas wedding was prettily carried out
in favor of one of a group of twelve
girl friends who had planned to have
distinctive celebrations of this great-
est event of their lives.
1 "The ceremony was a home one, of
Icourse, and as Katherino has a host
of brothers and sisters and another
host of young nephews and nieces,
there was every reason for as genial
a time as the occasion and the season
■ Our first move, when we arrived to
get things in order, was to cover every
floor in the house with crash.
This gave the white background we
had wished and afforded besides a
splendid facility for the luxurious ever-
green trimming which we had planned
to make the spirit of Christmas gen-
erally felt. JCvery picture and every
doorway and window frame was out-
lined with evergreen, the spicy odors
filling the house, ere we were half
through. Holly we used only to
wreathe the chandeliers and bank the
window sills and mantel pieces. Long
garlands of evergreen were hung in
festoons along the upper side of the
wall from the ceiling, twined around
the balustrade ffnd put in loops and
circles wherever wall space offered.
At each window a beautiful holly
wreath, tied with floating streamers c/
scarlet ribbon, was hung, and on the
end cf each of the chandeliers hung a
great ball of poinsetta, mingled with a
few feathery green ferns and tied with
This was in the halls and chambers.
In the drawing room, where the cer-
emony would be perforn-td. a beauti-
ful archway of ferns and poinsetta was
erected by the florista. under Eliza-
beth's direction, and from the middle
of the arch a cluster of bells, also of
scarlet, was hung in position like a
The wedding was planned to occur
at half past seven, and just at a quar-
ter past the chimes of the church at
the comer began their hour of music,
so that we had this sweet accompani-
ment to the ceremony.
Promptly at half-past seven we
emerged from the room upstairs
where we had been dressing, since the
early five o'clock dinner, and we could
see for ourselves as we went slowly
down the broad stairway that the
scene was a beautiful one. First in
the procession walked the four small-
est nephews and nieces of the bride,
two by two, the girls wearing frocks
of white with scarlet ribbon in their
hair and carrying baskets of holly,
the boys in red, each with a branch
of evergreen. Then went Katherine,
dressed in white gleaming satin, with
a bunch of mistletoe fastening her
veil, and a white vellum prayer book
in her hand. Then we girls, six of
us, walked, two by two, each dressed
in white, but wearing crowns of frost-
ed holly and carrying a great armful
of poinsetta blossoms from which long
streamers of scarlet ribbon hung to
the edge of our gowns.
From the foot of the stairs to the
sides of the archway two other nieces,
also dressed in white and scarlet,
stretched lines of glistening white
satin ribbon, in which small bunches
of holly were knotted at intervals, and
through this enclosed pathway the
bride walked to the improvised altar,
leaning on her brother's a m. Dur-
ing the ceremony the sound of an
organ playing the sweet old Christmas
hymn, "Adesfce Fideles," penetrated
the room, and continued while the sol-
emn words of the marriage service
were spoken, making a most beautiful
accompaniment for the scene.
When it was over there was a mer-
ry clash of bells, apparently coming
from the very air about us, and when
we looked in astonishment to see the
reason, we found that an older boy
had begged and borrowed all the bells
he could, of every kind, and had set
them going in the various rooms of
the house, as soon as the ceremony
was finished and the merry congratua-
tions had begun.
The newly wedded pair did not in-
tend to leave the city that night, so
the gayest of Christmas wedding par-
ties was in full progress within a few
moments after the marriage words
Supper was served first, and the
merriment enhanced by the fact that
in the bunches of holly composing the
centerpiece, which the bridesmaids
drew to our plates at the conclusion
of tho meal, we found each an ex-
quisite little locket showing a branch
of holly, with green enameled gold
leaves and bits of coral for berries,
as souvenirs from our bride.
Dancing came next, to the music of
a stringed orchestra stationed some-
where out of sight, and through the
drawing room, halls and dining room
we whirled, counting the moments
only by our flying footsteps.
It was half-past eleven oefore wo
stopped, and then only at a signal
from the band. This was no less than
a march—or rather, the Christmas
hymn played in march time, and stop-
ping our waltz suddenly, we wondered
what it meant, until Katherine and
her husband, taking the lead, beckoned
us to follow in procession. Wonder-
ing a little, we did so, and found our-
selves led through the hall across to
the library doors, which had been re-
ligiously closed all evening, rather to
our surprise, sin«e we needed the
extra dancing place. Katherine flung
open the doors and a moment of
amazed silence ensued. There in the
middle of the room stood a magnifi-
cent Ckristmas tree, hung from root
to top with glittering emblems of the
season and aglow with myriads of
tapers fastened to its branches. At
a signal from Katherine's brother, the
electric lights in the hall and dining
room went out and we found ourselves
with nothing to detract from the ra-
diant splendor of the symbolic trso
Jack Tar is notoriously a "merry
soul," whether afloat or on shore; but
once a year he lays himself out to
eclipse even himself, and that is on
Christmas day. It matters nothing
where he may find himself—dodging
icebergs in the northern seas, cruis-
ing among palm-fringed Pacific isl-
ands, or in port 3,000 leagues from
the lass he loves—it's all the same to
Jack; he means to havo what he ex-
pressively calls a "high old time"
and he has it.
And he sets about it thoroughly
and systematically, as becomes a
sailor. Long before he flings himself
into his hammock on Christmas eve
to dream, it may be, of tho "old folk
at home," everything is practically
ready for the morrow's feasting and
revelry. All day long busy hands have
heen engaged in converting the mess
deck into a veritable fairy scene of
color and gaiety. Roses there are in
thousands, of all colors of the rain-
bow, and all fashioned by clever fin-
gers; furlongs of gay paper festoons;
devices and mottoes of all kinds glit-
ter from tho walls, and all so skil-
fully arranged and blended that one
is tempted to think that, after all,
Jack has missed his vocation and
should have been an artist.
Now all is ready for Father Christ-
mas. First comes an impressive cere-
mony, when the men, in immaculate
duck, are paraded for service; the
flag is hauled down, and in its place
the red cross pennon of the church
unfolds in the breeze, and four or five
hundred lusty voices join with the
band in sending one good old Christ-
mas hymn after another rolling up in
majestic volume of sound to the blue
of heaven. There is no sermon, just
a few hymns and prayers; but you
won't find a more impressive Christ-
mas service the big world through.
Then come tho finishing touches
to the mess deck fairyland, each mess
trying its hardest to eclipse all the
others in wealth and skill of decora-
tion. As the hour of noon draws near
the petty officers of the watch give
place to the smallest lads aboard, who
strut about in their mimic dignity
and send officers and crew into con-
vulsions of laughter. And then, at the
first stroke of eight bells tho captain
and his officers pay their state visit
of inspection to the mess deck.
Tho plum puddings are sampled
amid deafening cheers, tho decora-
tions are duly admired and praised,
and after a few seasonable remarks
and good wishes the skipper with-
draws himself and his suite, and the
"feeding and fun" begin. Such feed-
ing and such fun it is, too; but, in
delicacy, let us leave Jack to it and
join him again when the last mouth-
ful of plum pudding has vanished and,
seated and happy, he prodnces his
pipe—the crown of the feast.
A diversion may take the form of
a raid on a popular officer and a chair-
ing and ovation, to which he submits
like a well pleased, if embarrassed,
martyr. And thus the hours fly in a
j jollity which will brighten by its mem-
ory many a long day to come. But
the longest and gladdest day has its
ending. "Out pipes" is sounded, and
when Jack at last tumbles into his
•hammock, weary and happy, we may
be sure he needs no rocking.
It is safe to affirm that no Christ-
mas card played so important a part
in a man's life as one which hangs in
a frame over the writing desk of a
certain well known journalist.
About twelve years since, tho jour-
nalist to whom the card belongs went
to a large city with great literary as.
pirations. Against tho advice of his
parents, ho threw up a situation which
would have brought him in a steady
if not largo income, so long, as he
cared to do the work. Put he con-
sidered literary work was his forte,
and he came to the great metropolis
to earn fame and fortune with his pen
as a free lance. To be brief, tho re-
sult appeared to be dismal failure;;
Too proud to admit his failure after
going against the advice of his parents,
he began to think seriously of de-
stroying ali traces of his identity and
committing suicide. While sitting in
his lodgings with this idea running
through his mind, however, the post-
man brought a letter which contained;
a small Christmas card sent by a five-!
year-old niece to whom he was great-;
ly attached. The words on the front;
oN the card were simple: "Wishing
yon a merry Christmas and prosper-
ity"; but on tho back was written,
in the child's scrawling handwriting,
"From your little sweetheart, Nell."
The thought that the little girl wa3
looking forward to seeing him quick-
ly dispelled all thoughts of suicide
from the journalist's mind, and, put-
ting his pride in his pocket, he bor-
rowed sufficient money to take him
homo. It was the turning point in hia
career; for he determined to try again
after tho holiday, with the result that
he was able to go home the following
Christmas and tell those who Were
dear to him that his work had won
for him a lucrative post.
Maybe there are some readers who
still remember the pathetic story at-
tached to a Christmas card received
by tho German emperor two years
ago from a little girl whose father
had been imprisoned for lese majeste.
The card was but a cheap one,
bearing the very appropriate words,
"Good will toward men"; while on the
back the child had written iu Ger-;
man, "Please, Your Majesty, 1st my|
father come out of prison for Christ-,
mas day." The appeal interested the
kaiser to such an extent that ha
caused inquiries to be made, and, find-
ing that the man had not committed
a very serious offense, ordered his im-
A gentleman living in Walfc still
preserves a Christmas card which1
cost him one penny and brought him
a fortune of £40,000. He was once
a doctor at Sheffield, and one Christ-
mas bought a shilling box of a dozen
Christmas cards to send to his friends.
After dispatching eleven he found that
his list of friends was exhausted, and
at first thought of keeping the twelfth
card. Ho suddenly remembered an
old aunt, however, living in Wales,
whom he had never seen, and to her
he posted the remaining card.
A little later the old lady died, and'
the doctor found that she had left
him her entire fortune. Her lawyer
declared that the date of the altera-
tion of her will was the day after that
on which she received the card.
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