Calmly and nobly up, and said 'twas well And she would die. * * * * * The sun had well-nigh set. The fire was on the altar; and the priest Of the High God was there. A pallid man Was stretching out his trembling hands to heaven, In Israel at that hour, stood up alone, Her face Was pale, but very beautiful-her lip Had a more delicate outline, and the tint The sun set And she was dead--but not by violence. A CHRISTMAS CHANT-ALFRED DOMMET. It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Held undisturbed their ancient reign,— 'Twas in the calm and silent night! His breast with thoughts of boundless sway; What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away,— Within that province far away Went plodding home a weary boor; A streak of light before him lay, Fallen through a half-shut stable-door, How keen the stars, his only thought,- Oh, strange indifference! low and high One that shall thrill the world forever It is the calm and silent night! A thousand bells ring out, and throw Their joyous peals abroad, and smite The darkness, charmed and holy now! The night that erst no name had worn, To it a happy name is given; For in that stable lay, new-born, The peaceful Prince of earth and heaven, GOOD AND BETTER. A father sat by the chimney-post Then the sire of the maiden young and fair, PUTTING DOWN THE WINDOW. During the summer season a man may expect to be suddenly called at any moment in the night to get up and pull down the windows. On the advent of a thunder shower it is rarely that a man wakes first. If he should, he keeps quiet, so as not to disturb his wife, and avails himself of the first lull to go to sleep again. How differently a woman acts -oh, so differently! Just as soon as she wakes up and hears that it is raining, she seems to lose all judgment at once. She plants both of her feet in her husband's back, at the same time catching him by the hair and shaking his head, and hysterically screams: "Get up! get up, quick! It's a-pouring right down in torrents, and all the windows are up!" He cannot wake up under such circumstances with an immediately clear conception of the case; in fact, it frequently happens that he is way out on the floor before his eyes are fairly open, having but one idea really at work, and that is as to what he is doing out of bed. The first thing to do is to strike a light, and while he is moving around for the matches, and swearing that some one has broken into the house and moved them from where he laid them on going to bed (which is always plausible enough), she hurls after him the following tonics: "Do hurry! Mercy, how that rain is coming right into those windows! We won't have a carpet left if you don't move faster. What on earth are you doing all this time? Can't find the matches? Mercy sake? you ain't going to stumble round here looking for matches, are you, when the water is drowning us out? Go without a light. What a man you are; I might have better got up in the first place. Well, (despairingly) let things go to ruin if you are a mind to. I've said all I'm going to, an' I don't care if the whole house goes to smash. You always would have your own way, an' I s'pose you always will, and now you can do as you please; but don't you dare to open your mouth to me about it when the ruin 's done. I've talked an' talked till I'm tired to death, and I shan't talk any more. We never could keep anything decent, and we never can; an' so that's the end of it. (A very brief pause.) John Henry, are you, or are you not going to shut down those windows?" Just then he finds the matches, and breaks the discourse by striking a light. He was bound to have that help before he moved out of the room. He has got the lamp lighted now. No sooner does its glare fill the room than he immediately blows it out again, for obvious reasons. He had forgotten the windows were open and- It almost causes him to shiver when he thinks of his narrow escape. He moves out into the other room with celerity now. He knows pretty well the direction to go, and when a flash of lightning comes it shows him on the verge of climbing over a stool or across the centre-table. If there is a rocking-chair in the house he will strike it. A rocking-chair is much surer in its aim than a streak of lightning. It never misses, and it never hits a man but in one spot, and that is just at the base of his shin. We have fallen against more than eight hundred rockers of all patterns and prices, and always receive the first blow in the one place. We have been with dying people, and have heard them affirm in the solemn hush of that last hour, that a rocking-chair always hits a man on the shin first. And when a man gets up in the dead of night to shut down the windows, he never misses the rocking-chair. It is the rear end of one of the rockers which catches him. It is a dreadful agony. But he rarely cries out. He knows his audience too well. A woman never falls over a rockingchair, and she will never understand why a man does. But she can tell whether he has by the way he puts down the windows when he finally reaches them. A rocking-chair window (if we may be allowed the term) can be heard three times as far as any other. THE BRICKLAYERS.-G. H. BARNES, "Ho! to the top of the towering wall!" Out with your saw-tempered blades of steel, Music with labor and art combine; Cheery as crickets all the day long, Till men are but children and pigmies below; Music with labor and art combine; But lay to the line, boys, lay to the line!" Who are the peers of the best in the land,— Work by the master's word and sign,— MINE KATRINE.-CHAS. F. ADAMS. You vouldn't dink mine frau, Vas der fraulein blump und fair, Who did vonce mine heart enshnare; |