Judge — December 18, 1897 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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

Christmas Judge. ANGELS OF THE CHRISTMAS-TIDE. GWEET angels of the Christmas-tide, Who heralded the Prince of Peace, Ob, bring Him to our world again! We've shut Him in a sphere outside. And as the busy years increase He's crowded from the hearts of men. He would not know our temple shrines, { Where human lives are bought and sold, \es All drunk with greed and self and sin; (4 WA ‘ The lamp of truth but dimly shines, \ \/ : And, like the wicked king of old, sc We will not let the Master in. RG } yuu ‘The workers in His market-place i Hi Stand idly there with folded hands And sullen mien and muttered breath ; And mothers clutch with frenzied face Their starving little housebold bands, ‘And hopelessly they pray for death. Sweet angels of the Christmas-tide, You hear the anthem’s silver rune, You hear the merry clash of bells ; His blessed poor are crucified Each day in agony that swells, And all the world is out of tune. Let discord and dissension cease, And all His people be as one. Oh, comfort hearts so bruised and sore! Herald again the Prince of Peace, With love effulgent as the sun, Difusing all the earth once more. Sweet angels, come with praise and shout, And make men brothers, all akin. Our temples so impure have grown, Turn all the money-changers out, Bring the poor suffering wanderers in, Restore the Master to His own. ** Does he preach extemporancously ?” “No; not so very.” RuMA PLAYTER SEABURY, WHERE IGNORANCE Is BLISS. Mars. Ketty—“ Pathrick, Pathrick, did yez putt out th’ cat?” Mr. Keiry (drowsily)—"' Oi did-—{ to Aimsei/) lasht noight.” ComrmanT 1897 GY THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPAMY OF MEW YORK, comicbooks.com