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Peace settles down over the old streets which have seen so many of these celebrations; and now out of the darkness comes a clear if slightly alcoholic voice trolling: "A guid New Year tae ane an‘ a‘ An‘ mony may ye see, An‘ through the lang, lang years come Happy may ye be." Yes, it‘s a guid auld Scottish custom, and it‘s a grâ€"râ€"and instiâ€" tution. "Rise up, guid wife, an‘ shake your feathers, Dinna think that we‘re a‘ beggars: We‘re the bairns come oot tae play, Rise up an‘ gie‘s coor Hogmanay" Then, their visits were looked forward to with pleasure and they were admitted to the house as a matter of course. They were real guisers and earned the food and gifts given them by acting and gleeâ€"singing. There is a streak of mysticism in the makeâ€"up of most Scotsâ€" menâ€"a mysticism they are at great pains to conceal from the world that after ail is mainly concerned with bread and blankets. That mysticism quickens at the approach of midnight on Hogâ€" manay. An eerie sense of stanaing upon a divide takes possession of one. on the one hand there is the dying year with all its achnievemenics and iailures, its dreams and its happenings, its pleasing ana)its bitter memories. Does the sum of its span indiâ€" cate peace and happiness or worry andâ€"grief? Was it worth the living through? Gn tue other hand there is the coming year with wW/il its nopes tor bettermentâ€"illusory all too often, but then the wells of hope are neverâ€"failing. Some of us can even sense on Hogmanay jpust what the new year has in store for us, whether it is going to bpe one of happiness or of stress and disappointment. Yes, Hogmanay means much to the Scot, even if it only be that he stands for a moment to take stock of himself. On Hogmanay watchers gather together and just before the stroke of twelve the door is flung wide to let in the New Year. Glasses are filled, usually with the wine of the country, everyâ€" thing is in readiness. Outside all is still: all are waiting. Then a clock strikes the first stroke of midnight and all the clocks near and far take up the tale. In preâ€"war days church bells chimed in and the ubiquitous sirens raised their clamour to high heaven. At once the night is alive; the silence is shattered. Within doors glasses are emptied and filled un again; good wishes, kisses and handclasps circle around. And then gradually the sounds die down. The bells and sirens soften their clangour and finally cease. Save for the hurrying steps of firstâ€"footers the stillness of night settles down anew. Nowadays the They don‘t sing them they shout demand money. stand and sing: was an originail rea: lessly lost in the m Scottish fairies and dark haired may ha and=â€"t rides Seots Hogem vanCct holid; In pasi brated i1 the % 4 % Whyv acd 11 Jsin# Christmas to Foretell Weather â€": reen Christmas. a white Easter ‘TIMMINS, ONTARIO (Author Unknown) I found my babe asleep among his toys, A quarterâ€"hour I‘d missed his jocund noise And wondered what so quieted the lad, Saying, "He‘s never still unless he‘s bad". But when I tiptoed inâ€"Love‘s stealthy spyâ€"â€" A touching picture met my doting eye: One hand lay on the engine of his train, The other grasped a tiny acroplane: Upon his face a worldâ€"old look of careâ€" Mankind in miniature lay dreaming there! But Wwhien 1 A touching picture One hand lay on t The other grasped I lifted him and hugged him to my breast, Kissed him, and laid him gently down to rest Upon a couch. The weary limbs relaxed The puckered brow, with wondering overtaxed, Released its troubled frown; and with a sigh Of deep relief he slumbered on, while I With murmured words of choking tenderness, smoothed his warm cheek, his hands, his wrinkled dressâ€"â€" Did all the things we loveâ€"mad parents doâ€"â€" Old, old caresses that are ever new. Some day the great, kind Father of us all, Noting we make no answer to His call, Tiptoeing in to where we‘ve been at play Through all the hours of our allotted day, Will find us ‘mid our playthings, fast asleep, Our toys about us in a tumbled heap, Each weary hand upon a trinket laidâ€" Ssome phantom hope born in the marts of trade Then, in His arms, the cares our hearts possessed Will yield their place to sweet and dreamless rest Asleep Among His Toys (Continued From Page Five) Guisards, and the period of their riotous fun was s the "Fete des Fous." From this title Scotland t Days". Like the French clergy the Kirk of Scotâ€" e steps to curb the lawless element in the obserâ€" inavy. but wisely did not attempt to suppress the ‘as night, the hay crop will be good next dows green, at Easter covered with frost. s day, trees will bring much fruit. es empty granary and barrel. s makes a fat graveyard. Â¥arm welcome in every home at this time; ifter the stroke of twelve being the "firstâ€" ig good hap. health and happiness to the st be of dark complexion and dark of hair. teresting to find out. It is certain there for this selecton but it seems to be hopeâ€" y past. Maybe the fact that most of the her little folk are dark complexioned and something to do with it. ‘s have degenerated into child racketeers much now. When the door opens upon please to help the guisers" and are the days when the children used to s have found means of forecasting most ther by cocking an eye at the sky during ay not believe them, but here are a few cting beliefs about Christmas weather: *h the apple tree on Christmas day, there jllowing vear. a y Nory 11 Hogmanay is quite widely celeâ€" almost two centuries of giveâ€" and Scots, Man and the Hebâ€" orway for the Scottish Crown. n at work to make the Manx Arstâ€"footing, singing, and of week means much snow in it will not bear a mouse t]} â€"Hamish Duff after Christâ€" 11