THREE CHRISTMAS BOXES.
DEAR children, gather round my knee,
A simple story, you shall hear;
In which I
hope, you all will see,
How strong a brother's love appears;---
The joy that doing
Where true forgiveness fills the heart.
Look at this howling,
All wild with pain, and fear she flies;
These wicked boys are at her heels,
And vainly to escape she tries.
With blood, and bruises covered o'er,
Poor little Fan can run
with pitying heart,
Has stopped the hail of cruel stones;
Poor Fan has reached her master's door,
And there, with sad and
With broken limbs,
and piteous cries,
She licks his gentle hand,
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Three Chv'stmas Boxes.
Frank was a noble, manly youth,
As frank by nature, as by name;
And when he saw poor Fan was gone,
The tears rolled down his face
He clasped her to his
Then laid her tenderly to rest.
was a bitter
he knew, a brother's hand,
this cruel, wicked prank;
'Twas almost more, than love could stand.
For Tom had tied
The horrid, clanging, fatal pail!
And now again, the happy time,
Of Christmas bells, is drawing
And soon will greet, with merry
all the year;
of gladness, fill the land,
And love, and joy, go hand
Now, Santa-Claus, at Christmas
Can all the acts of children see;
And as their deeds, are good or ill,
So will their Christmas presents be t
You see him
They talk of Tommy's
And Santa-Claus wil
" wickedness like this, my love,
With punishment, must be put down;
His cruel play shall cost him
No present will he get this
up, and spoke
A kind, and feeling heart had
"Dear husband, though your
With mercy, let it tempered be;
We'll try his heart, with grief and
But lVad him back to hope
in his easy chair,
Three Christmas Boxes.
Old Santa-Claus, then,---with
You might have heard a mile around;
with love embraced,
And chuckled low---a
Then both their heads,
To see what could, of
Tom be made.
They hit at last upon
By which, they hoped. tl
to be an honest man.
And what the lesson proved to be,
And how it worked, you'll shortly
And Frank, and
Will, were happy
Three boxes, bearing each a name,
That ready seemed, to burst with
Lay fair, before
And filled them with
a wild delight.
With cries of joy,
Soon had their
What store of Dre
then, Frank and Will,
boxes opened wide;
cious toys were there,
With many useful things beside.
Or something, that the boys had dreamed
But where was
Tommy, all this
A sad, unhappy boy was
With fear and pain,
his heart was
No gleam of hope, could Tommy see.
to feel the cruel stones,
And hear poor Fanny's
filled the house,
With joyous shouts, and cries
Poor Tommy dared not touch his box;
An empty one, he feared to see.
With tears of shame, he stole away,
No joy for him that blessed day!
The happy brothers, then looked round,
To know why
from the room had
They saw his box, unopened there,
him sobbing on the
with pity moved,
"Will, go send poor
But don't come back again yourself,
Until I've made this trouble clear;
dear, and make him
To have his share
Frank, in looking
with astonished *eyes:
books and toys,
with a glad
And quickly ran, at once to see,
box could empty
Three Christmas Boxes.
So now, that
He raised the lid,
with gentle care;
And saw, that not a toy or book,
any kind, was hiding there.---
of poor Fan, with passing
He stood a moment, deep
to his generous
Filled Tommy's box, up to the brim---
Of all his treasures, gave
Then blushing, with the
forgiveness, can bestow;--
Went softly from the quiet room,
That Tommy might be there alone;
And never need suspect the truth,
Of what his brother's love had done.
Ah! noble heart, so bright and fair
No angry hate could harbor there.
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And now, with saddened steps and slow,
Poor Tommy creeps into the room;
His heavy eyes, are dim with tears,
face, is dark with gloom;
For well he knew, that justice
Would say, "no Christmas
He sees, that brother Frank is gone,
And only Willie's
(A sister, she---to luckless Fan.)
The sight is hard for Tom to bear.
It brings to mind his sin again,
And fills him
He turns away frc
with remorse and
>m Willie's pet,
Alas! he cannot bear the sight;
When suddenly, his face
He glows with wonder and delight.---
A moment stands, with eager
Then breathless, to his box he flies.
he left it,
there it stands;
'tis full and running o'er,
With books, and toys, and wondrous things;
had nothing seen before!
He took them out, with trembling
Then, all at
is it, that poor
That dyes his
s with burning
He finds, upon a cross-bow tied,
Frank meant, that Tommy should not know---
'Tis done! and
Is broken down with honest shame;
that Frank has filled
Without a single word of blame.
His tears are flowing,
thick and fast,
True penitence, he feels at last.
Three Christmas Boxes.
His own pet
rushes back again--
dog, is in his arms,
the other door,
And smiling walks across the floor.
holding out his
My own dear p
)et, for you to keep,
if you'll take her now
boy, I'll try to
Frank's honest eyes, are full
poor Tommy to
And let me set your heart at rest.
in word and deed,
And that is all the pay I need."
as a flash, he leaves the room;
And seems to soothe his
Dear Frank comes in 1
Tommy dropped a