. 90 k k mmmmmmmmmmmm@ tall loals Eie cal id mggï¬gggggggï¬wggfls@w «. * GROCERIES AND rrRovIsIONs 112 Pine Street Sout’h ‘ 2 31 First Avenue JMACHER ;HARDWARE AND FU RN URE COMPANY Worlds of good cheer and happiness in abundance . . . That‘s the Christâ€" mas wish we maxs for everyone, Y every choery way. ve m ring you happlness Incmsing day by day! Schumacher Timmins a small fire in the midst of a mass of ‘black iron roasts, and bakes, and boils, and steams, and broils, and fries by a complicated apparatus which, whatever may be its other virtues, leaves no space for a Christmas fire;. I like the fesâ€" toorns of holly on the walls and winâ€" dows; the dance under the mistletoe; the gigantic sausage; the baron of beef; the vast globe of plum pudding, the true image of the earth, flattened at the poles:; the tapping of the old Octoâ€" ber; the inexhausttble bow! of punch." idea of the Yulelog, the enormous block of wood carefully sslected long ibefore and preserved where it would be thorâ€" oughly dry, which burned in the aldâ€" fashioned hearth. It would not suit the stoves of our modern saloons. We could not burn it in our kitchens where son,‘ ‘a merry Christmas!’ How well that soundsâ€"there are the village bells in it." ‘And ggain, Thomas Love Peaâ€" cock‘s Dr. Opimian expresses himself in this wise:â€" "I always dine at home on Christâ€" mas Day, and measure the steps on my children‘s heads on the wall, and see how much higher each of them has risen since the same time last year in the seale of physical life. . . . I like the Dining at Bome But, after all, Dickens was only one of several good writers who described Christmas with gusto in the same age. even his austere contemporary, Walter Savage Landor, could write;: "Permit me to be quite vernacular, and to say, instead of ‘the compliments of the seaâ€" "It is the annual gathering of all the accessible members of the family, young or old, rich or poor; and all the childâ€" ren look forward to it, for two months beforehand, in a fever tof anticipation . ... As to the dinner, it‘s perfectly. deâ€" lightfui. Nothing goes wrong, and everybody is in the very .best of spirits and disposed to please and be pleased. Grandpapa reélates a ~circumstantial account of the purchase of the \turkey, with a slight digression rélative to the purchase of previous turkeys on former Christmas â€" days, â€" which © grandmamma corroborates in the minutest particular. Uncle George tells stories, and carves poultry, and takes wine, and jokes with the children at the sideâ€"table, and winks at the cousins that are making love, or being made love to, and exâ€" hilarates everybody with. his good huâ€" mour and hospitality; and when at last a stout servant staggers in with a giganâ€" tic pudding, with a sprig of holly in the top, there is such a laughing and shouting and clapping ‘6f little chubby hands, and kicking up of fat dumpy legs, as can only pe equalled by the applause with which the astonishing feat of pouring lighted brandy into minrceâ€"pies is received by the younger visitors. Then the dessert!â€"and the wine! and the fun! _ s pursuing it in the native literature one soon realizes the fallacy of attributing Qhristmas to some particular phase and péeriod, ‘such as the ‘Dickensian.‘ You will often see the statement that Charles Dickens invented the British Christmas. He certainly wrotse acout it with a richness all. his own. Take his picture, for mstance: o{ tlze family gathâ€" than . oneself{. There are both pagan and Christian elements in the foast of Christmas, but probably the pagan trhaâ€" ditions are more obvigyus, since they acâ€" count for the warmth and calour of the festive side of the celebration. Charles Dickens was the Great Writer About the Season, but There Were Many Othersg, °_ â€" "Christmas, the season of hospitality, merriment, and ~openâ€"heartedness is here again; the old year is preparing like an ancient philosopher to call his sourd of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.â€"And numerâ€" Christmas brings a brief season of hapâ€" Christmas the Time of Hospitality, Merriment never more can be; We cannot bring again the days To the "bells across the snow." O Christmas, merry Christmas, O Christmas, merry Christmas, Is it really come again, . With its. memories and greetings, With its joy and with its pain! There‘s a minor in the carol . And a shadow in the light, . And a spray of cypress twining With the holly wreath toâ€"night. And theâ€"hush is never broken By laughter light and low, As. we listen in the starlight; To the "bells across the srow.‘" 0. merry Christmas, . _ ‘Tis not so very long .. Eince cther voices blended With the carol and the song! If we could but hear them singing, . _As they are singing now, If we could but see the radiance Of the crown on each dear brow, There would be no sigh to smother, No hidden tear to flow, f As we listen in the starlight Ladies c Gentlemen, A Merry Christmas! i to excel it until he brings Christmas into one of his own mature novels. of ourâ€"time, and what he has written about the Christmas and Christmas moods in his essays is so good that nothing of its kingd in this age is likely Indeed, if you consider the writers of his century there will be no more room left for croaking, because if Robert Bridges‘ "Christmas Eve" and Mr. Chesterton‘s <orusading do not seem enough, we have Mr. J. B. Priestley, who bids fair to become the Dickens mas Day, 1662, the appropriate songs of Robert Herrick, and a dozen other native poets, and the good things by essayists and novelists right up to the present day. : In hurrying backward through the centuries in this way, in the cause .of optimism, I have necessarily omitted mention of any amount of rich literary fare, but let no bookish browser forget to look in Mr.._Pepy‘s diary for Christâ€" As for carols, they are among the earliest examples of English literature, for at Christmas, as we read in Chauâ€" cer‘s "Frarklin‘s Tale," "Nowel crieth every lustry man." This sounds pathetic, does it not? But just consider the greater weight of evidence that the common people, whatever the mood of the nobleman when Queen Bess was in a bad mood, still concentrated a great deal of cheerâ€" ful feeling and cheerful feasting into the Yuleâ€"tide period up to Twelfth Night. By the way, the tormentors of Malvolio on Twelfth Night seem to have beenâ€"merry enough! on Twelfth Night." "Do you imagine now what a sad Christmas we all kept in the ccountry, without either carols, wassailâ€" bowls, dancing of Sellenger‘s Round in moonâ€" shine. about Maypoles, shoeing the mare, hoodmanâ€"blind, hot cockles, or any of our old Christmas gambols; no, not so much as choosing king and queen Tales", utters a common lament of â€"the time:â€" Elizabcothans Croakers Go Back to the Elizabethan Age, and you will find croakers lamenting the decay of Ohristmas. â€" Middleton the dramatist, in “Father ; Hubbard‘s Ohristians ‘for ~the ‘remembrance of Christ and custom among friends for the maintenance of good fellowship. In brief, I thus conclude: hold it a memory of the Heaven‘s love and the world‘s peace, the mirth of the honest, and ‘the â€"meeting of the friendly." thr . bensts, fow!l, and fish come to a Bells Across the Snow ‘"bells across the snow." INSURANCE AND REAL ESTATE »â€"nGordon Block, Room No. 1 INSURANCE AND mw, ESTATE Dominion Bank Building ' u.u P xt o Td HEAD OFFICE AND Â¥4RD © omcn : Timmins, Ont.â€"Phone 1 17 â€" Klrklaï¬d Lakeâ€"â€"Phone 393 SIMMS, HOOKER DREW May Joy: and!‘Mappimess: enfold : your â€" household durimi_, this~ Christmas â€" Season and Goodâ€" 'fmftlil}lé;'bg:-;WitH*.yOu 3 Coming Year.. + 7 Eoo / 5 o . a Th s 4 s x5 C * c t 1 F 3 . ' +A es * b d B o Our greeting is an old one, but Christmas is the time for old songs,: : old mshes and "old friends. ~So, again: we: sa Happy Ch mas. Brlght with the Joys of the season And filled with hohdaav cheéer Are these tHat We sen â€"you ~ _ â€" At this merriest time of the year From the warmth in our hearts to the warmth in your homes,.we wish you one ‘big joyous Christmas and 2 happy and prosperous New Year. 120 P e Ee s io l T36 ki . Timmins 3 )‘ï¬â€˜l"r'