Buttercup Gold Ellen Robena Field

morning I found one of them whispering to a sunbeam, and under
the hedge found a tiny blue aster. I shook her till she was so
cold she was glad to go back to bed again. Ha! ha! ha!" and Jack
gave Mother Nature such a hug that she shivered, and murmured:
"Poor babies! I must write a letter to Father Winter."

This is what the letter said:

Earthdom, November 1, 1893. 

Dear Father Winter:--Have you any warm blankets for my babies?
The season is coming when they should take a long, long nap, and
Jack is up to his tricks again. Please send me some blankets
soon.

From your old friend,

Mother Nature.

This letter she directed to

King Winter,
The Polar Regions, 
Cloud-dom.

Then she called her messenger, Autumn Wind, and sent him
northward with her message. King Winter was seated on his throne
at the back of the North Wind, planning his coming work in
Earthdom, when Autumn Wind arrived with the letter.

"Deary me! deary me!" said the king, "has Jack Frost gone to
bother Mother Nature? I meant he should wait for me this year.
But something must be done. Ho! Snowflake, come here, and bring
your sisters and brothers with you."

In a few moments a troop of dainty beings clothed in white came
dancing along. "What do you wish, Father Winter?" they asked.

"Mother Nature has need of you, my helpers," replied the king.
"You must, stop the next passing cloud, and go down to Earthdom,
and cover up the babies. Jack is there, and they are freezing."

Just then a golden-edged cloud floated by, and the snowflakes
huddled together on it and were soon travelling earthward. The
sun was setting as they passed the western gate of the city, and
the cloud was tinged with red and gold. By and by it began to
grow dark, and the little cloud grew larger and larger, and
before long the night came. In the morning the little children of
Earthdom were surprised to see a white covering over the land.

"See the snow, the beautiful. snow" they cried; and the sleds
were brought out, and such a merry time as they had playing in
the white drifts! But I wonder if any of them knew what the snow
really came for, and how glad dear Mother Nature was because her
babies were sleeping safe and warm under the downy snowflake
blankets.

The First Christmas

Once there lay a little baby
Sleeping in the fragrant hay,
And this lovely infant stranger
Brought our first glad Christmas day.

Shepherds on the hillside, watching
Over wandering flocks at night,
Heard a strange, sweet strain of music,
Saw a clear and heavenly light.

Listened to the angels' story:--
How, in David's town so still,
Slept the infant King of Glory,
Dreaming of sweet peace, good will.

And a star of radiant splendor
Led them where the baby lay,
Lowly cradled in a manger,
On that far-off Christmas day.

Though that day was long ago,
Every child throughout the earth
Loves to hear each year the story
Of the gentle Christ Child's birth.

And they seem to see the beauty
Of the eastern star again;
And repeat the angels' chorus:
"Peace on earth, good will to men."

The Christmas Star

Long, long ago, in the blue sky above the hills of Bethlehem,
twinkled the stars. Very early in the morning they would sing
together and would tell each other of what they had seen during
the long night.

They used to watch the shepherds guarding their flocks upon the
hillsides, and one bright evening star that looked down upon the
earth earlier than the others, would tell stories of little
children whispering their prayers at the twilight hour. One
wintry night a new star came to visit the other stars. It was so
radiant that its rays shone upon the gray hills and made them
light as day. It had come on a wonderful errand. The shepherds
saw it and were frightened at its strange brightness; but an
angel came to them and said: "Do not be afraid; the star has come
to bring you good, tidings of great joy, and to show you the
place where a little babe is born,--a little babe whose name is
Jesus, and who will give peace and joy to the whole world."

Then the shepherds heard some singing,--beautiful singing, for a
great many angels had come to tell the good news; and the star
grew larger and brighter, it was so glad. When the angels had
gone back to Heaven, the shepherds said, "Let us go and see this
child." So they left their flocks sleeping on the hillsides, and
took their crooks in their hands and followed the star, which
travelled on and on till it led them to the little stable in
Bethlehem, when the Baby Jesus was cradled in a manger. Then the
star moved on again to a country far away, where some good, wise
men lived. They saw the bright light, and noticed the star moving
on and on, as if it were showing them the way to go. So they,
too, followed the star till it rested above the birthplace of
Jesus. Then the wise men went in and gave their best gifts to the
baby, and they and the shepherds knelt and thanked God for
sending the little Christ Child to be the best Christmas present
the great world ever had. The star watched over them, casting a
peaceful light over all. At last the dawn came over the hill
tops, and the star went away, far back into the blue heavens, to
tell the other stars the story of our first glad Christmas day.

Love's Garden

There is a quiet garden,
From the rude world set apart,
Where seeds for Christ are growing;
This is the loving heart.

The tiny roots are loving thoughts;
Sweet words, the fragrant flowers
Which blossom into loving deeds,--
Ripe fruits for harvest hours.

Thus in our hearts the seeds of love
Am growing year by year;
And we show our love for the Saviour,
By loving His children here.




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