Judge — December 29, 1888 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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smoke wreaths of my good cigar Float out and curl, and still ascend— A world where dreams and phantoms are, Where past and present softly blend— But still, whate'er their groupings be, Whate'er imaginings I trace, Always amid their mists I see My little sweetheart’s tender face. I see the fringing hair above, ‘The modest eyes whose lashes fall ; I sce the little mouth I love, A crimson flower, pure, sweet and small The dimpled chin, and smooth fair cheek, Ves, every charm and gentle grace ‘That poets sing, or painters seek, ‘Are mingled in my sweetheart’s face. The Christmas bells ring glad and free, ‘The sledges cross the moonlit snow— Such Christmas joyance rang for me Ab, not so very long ago! An, not $0 very long ago We sped across the glittering space To jingling bells, and, nestled low Beside me, smiled my sweetheart’s face How gay we were! Our voices blent In song and laughter on the air. How mute we were, in deep content, My cheek pressed warm against her hait ! ‘And all the while the happy chime Of wild bell-music lent its grace— ‘As now and then, to help the rhyme, T kissed my little sweetheart’s face. T muse alone. A broken prayer, Lost in a sigh, breathes from my heart. May all good angels guard her where Her sweet life moves—from mine apart. And still I dream, hope cannot die! That some time, in its rightful place, Here, on my arm at rest, My little sweetheart’s dar M.S. RIDGES. * COMPULSORY GENEROSITY. Benevolent uncle— So, Johnnie, you are going to send all your old toys and games to the orphan asylum? Now I call that very nice of you, my boy.” Joknnie—* Well, you see, if 1 don't make room for what you all will give me this Christmas I won't know what to do with ‘em, Besides, I'm tired of the old things and want to get rid of ‘em.” A DRY DIET. : Mrs. Houlihan—* Phwat's de matther wid yure goat, Misthress Rafferty, that he do be scratch- in’ himsilf against the fince all de toime 2” Mrs, Rafferty—" Sure the poor baste shlipped into our front room yisterday and loonched aff the Christmas wreaths, They were moighty dhry from lasht year, and I suppose they do be ticklin’ him CHRISTMAS PROVERBS. It is more blessed to receive than to give. ‘The generous father gladdens the hearts of his children—and lightens his purse. In these days the small boy regards all bundles with awe and whispered consultations with suspicion. Remember your poor neighbor, and your poor neighbor's children, even if you have to stint yourself a little. It will pay—in the end. ‘The economical wife makes her husband pay for his own gifts. She also presents him with some- thing that will please herself as much as it will him—if not more so. ‘The glory and importance of the American eagle fade into utter insignificance during the holi- days, for then does the American turkey hold his own, and stand first in the heart of every true patriot—z, ¢,, his stomach, A HEROIC se sermons are not vigorous enough t0 suit some I desire to return thanks to the good friends y"— (Opens box.) Side and front view of young Mr. Dressley just after he'd had those trousers pressed. comicbooks.com