Judge — December 3, 1892 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THe twilight was warm on the maples, The wood in the west was aflame With the glow of the twilight that deepened, The night she first came. The stars dropped golden and gleaming Deep down to the heart of the sea. I saw not, | heard not; my Phyllis Was coming to me. ‘Twas here that I lived in her beauty, loved her and I was her king ; To-night she is mine in the promise That sleeps in the ring. To-night she is coming to meet me Through pathways aflower and aflame ; And the stars hang breathless while softly Love whispers her name. CHARLES KNOWLES HOLTON. CHRISTMAS CONFABS, OF CHRISTMAS cheer never take your choice when you can have both. The small boy blows his whistle before he looks at his Sunday-school prize-book. Never offer your husband any of the pic if he has chopped the mince-meat. The girl who works the minister a pair of slippers thinks he is a very big man. The man who makes you a present ahead of time expects to get something in return. Love may be blind, but it doesn’t take a pret she is under the mistletoe. Never blame your child for climbing the Christmas-tree if you have put all the best things up out of reach, Don't try to encourage the grocer’s little boy by telling him that the best things are always at the bottom of the stocki If you give y y a quarter to put on the ¢ comes home don’ n where he got the cigarettes. Never allow yourself to fall in love with any particular thing on the Christmas-tree. be girl long to see that ction-plate, when he se some other fellow is sure to draw it “THEM CITY CLO'S."—Drawn ny A, S. Daccy. Comichooks gem