It was Christmas morning and she was all alone.

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A CHRISTMAS CAROL

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“Christmas Then and Now”

      The Stars look down
      On David’s town,
  While angels sing in Winter night;
      The Shepherds pray,
      And far away
  The Wise Men follow guiding light.

      Little Christ Child
      By Mary Mild
  In Manger lies without the Inn;
      Of Man the Son,
      Yet God in One,
  To save the lost in World of Sin.

      Still stars look down
      On David’s town
  And still the Christ Child dwells with men,
      What thought give we
      To such as He,
  Or souls who live in Sin as then?

      Show we our love
      To Him above
  By offering others’ grief to share;
      And Christmas cheer
      For all the year
  Bestow to lighten pain and care.

“The Stars Look Down.”

CHRISTMAS CAROL.

Words by Music by
CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY.  ALSOP LEFFINGWELL.

Moderato.

[Illustration:  [Music]

  The Stars look down
  On David’s town,
  While angels sing in Winter night;
  The shepherds pray,
  And far away,
  The Wise Men follow Guiding light. 
  Little Christ Child,
  By Mary Mild,
  In manger lies without the inn;
  Of Man the Son,
  Yet God in One,
  To save the lost in
  world of sin.

Still stars look down on David’s town And still the Christ Child dwells with men.  What thought give we To such as He, Or souls who live in Sin, as then?  Show we our love To Him above By off’ring others’ grief to share, And Christmas cheer For all the year Bestow to lighten Pain and Care.]

THE LONE SCOUT’S CHRISTMAS

Wherein is Set Forth the Courage and Resourcefulness of Youth

A Story for Boys

Every boy likes snow on Christmas Day, but there is such a thing as too much of it.  Henry Ives, alone in the long railroad coach, stared out of the clouded windows at the whirling mass of snow with feelings of dismay.  It was the day before Christmas, almost Christmas Eve.  Henry did not feel any too happy, indeed he had hard work to keep down a sob.  His mother had died but a few weeks before and his father, the captain of a freighter on the Great Lakes, had decided, very reluctantly, to send him to his brother who had a big ranch in western Nebraska.

Henry had never seen his uncle or his aunt.  He did not know what kind of people they were.  The loss of his mother had been a terrible blow to him and to be separated from his father had filled his cup of sorrow to the brim.  His father’s work did not end with the close of navigation on the lakes, and he could not get away then although he promised to come and see Henry before the ice broke and traffic was resumed in the spring.