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In short, having spent to his very last "lac,"
Is cleaned out, collapsed, and flat on his back.
Now, Bumbo Jam, ruined, 'tis certainly plain,
Must live, and must eat, and must drink just the same;
So feeling in need of fricasseed cat,
A dish of stewed snails, or a nice deviled rat,
Makes tracks for the office of Mandarin Ming,
And thus he salutes him, in Japanese “ling:
“Hi yah! Chee-chow-chow, cum oolong boo!
Si-see. Suchongkum, hong forkee, o-doo!”
In English,-“ Look here, you gray old sinner,
Just fork out enough to buy me a dinner,
And pay up the balance as soon as you can,
For Bumbo's a most unfortunate man."

Now Mandarin Ming sends over the sea
To famed New York, to his consignee,
This letter :-“ Remit by next packet to me,
The proceeds of all my Yung Hyson tea,
Cinnamon, nutmegs, silks, and Bohea.”
The result of this is, that soon, one and all,
This consignee's debtors are subject to call;
And they in their turn, must actively dun
The debtors who owe them, every one.
So, Tom he duns Dick, and Dick duns Daniel,
And Dan proceeds to hurry up Samuel ;
Sam shins over and wakes up Lew,
Who essays

call on Levy the Jew,
But failing to get either promise or pay,
Drops in upon Joe, who lives over the way;
He, prompt and obliging, runs round the corner
And presents his account to his friend Harry llorner;
Harry asks time to see Alick Weaver,
Alick then stirs up one Johnnie McKee rer.
John forks over: but the very next day
(And meaning his compliments only to pay)
We find him a-saying “Good-morning” to Ray.
'Tis so all over the world, friend Ray,
Where'er are presented demands for pay.
One little demand, howe'er small it may be,
May chance to effect even you and me,
Though made in a distant remote "countrie."
And could we the ramification pursue,
Of all the demands that are made upon you,

Or on me, or in fact upon any other,
It might be no very great feat to discover
That the demand herein made upon Ray
Might perchance had its birth off in Botany Bay.
Now after this effort, perhaps you may say
'Tis fun to be dunned in so pleasant a way,

He's a trump of the very first water.
If so, please send the amount of my claim,
Or else I may write in a different strain,

To say that I think you “had oughter."

ANNIE AND WILLIE'S PRAYER.-SOPHIA P. Snow.

'Twas the eve before Christmas; “Good night” had been

said, And Annie and Willie had crept into bed; There were tears on their pillows, and tears in their eyes, And each little bosom was heaving with sighs, For tv-night their stern father's command had been given That they should retire precisely at seven Instead of at eight; for they troubled him more With questions unheard of than ever before ; He had told them he thought this delusion a sin, No such being as Santa Claus ever had been, And he hoped, after this, he should never more hear How he scrambled down chimneys with presents, each year. And this was the reason that two little heads So restlessly tossed on their soft downy beds. Eight, nine, and the clock on the steeple tolled ten; Not a word had been spoken by either till then; When Willie's sad face from the blanket did peep, And whispered, “Dear Annie, is oo fast asleep?" “Why, no, brother Willie," a sweet voice replies, “ I've tried it in vain, but I can't shut my eyes ; For somehow, it makes me so sorry because Dear papa bas said there is no Santa Claus; Now we know there is, and it can't be denied, For he came every year before mamma died; But then I've been thinking that she used to pray, And God would hear everything mamma would say; And perhaps she asked him to send Santa Claus here With the sacks full of presents he brought every year."

“Well, why tant we pay dest as mamma did then, And ask Him to send him with presents aden?” “I've been thinking so, too,” and, without a word more, Four little bare feet bounded out on the floor, And four little knees the soft carpet pressed, And two tiny hands were clasped close to each breast.

Now, Willie, you know we must firmly believe That the presents we ask for we're sure to receive; You must wait just as still till I say the 'Amen,' And by that you will know that your turn has come then. Dear Jesus, look down on my brother and me, And grant us the favor we are asking of Thee! I want a wax dolly, a tea-set and ring, And an ebony work-box that shuts with a spring. Bless papa, dear Jesus, and cause him to see That Santa Claus loves us far better than he; Don't let him get fretful and angry again At dear brother Willie, and Annie, Amen!” “ Peas Desus 'et Santa Taus tum down to-night, And bing us some pesents before it is 'ight; I want he should div me a nice ittle sed, With bight, shiny unners,

and all painted yed; A box full of tandy, a book and a toyAmen-and then Desus, I'll be a dood boy." Their prayers being ended they raised up their heads, And with hearts light and cheerful again sought their beds They were soon lost in slumber both peaceful and deep, And with fairies in dreamland were roaming in sleep. Eight, nine, and the little French clock had struck ten Ere the father had thought of his children again; He seems now to hear Annie's half suppressed sighs, And to see the big tears stand in Willie's blue eyes. “I was harsh with my darlings,” he mentally said, “And should not have sent them so early to bed ; But then I was troulled,-my feelings found vent, For bank-stock to-day has gone down ten per cent. But of course they've forgotten their troubles ere this, And that I denied them the thrice asked-for kiss ; But just to make sure I'll steal up to their door, For I never spoke harsh to my darlings before.” So saying, he softly ascended the stairs, And arrived at the door to hear both of their prayers.

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His Annie's "bless papa," draws forth the big tears,
And Willie's grave promise falls sweet on his ears.
“Strange, strange I'd forgotten,” said he with a sigh,
“How I longed when a child to bave Christinas draw nigh.
I'll atone for my harshness," he inwardly said,
* By answering their prayers, ere I sleep in my bed.”
Then he turned to the stairs, and softly wert down,
Threw off velvet slippers and silk dressing-gown;
Donned hat, coat, and boots, and was ont in the street,
A millionaire facing the cold driving sleet,
Nor stopped he until he had bought everything,
From the box full of candy to the tiny gold ring.
Indeed he kept adeling so much to his store
That the various presents outnumbered a score;
Then homeward he turned with bis holiday load
And with Aunt Mary's aid in the nursery 'twas stowed.
Miss Dolly was seated beneath a pine-tree,
By the side of a table spread out for a tea;
A work-box well filled in the centre was laid,
And on it the ring for which Annie had prayed;
A soldier in uniform stood by a sled
With bright shining runners, and all painted red;
There were balls, clogs and horses, books pleasing to see,
And birds of all colors were perched in the tree,
While Santa Claus, laughing, stood up in the top,
As if getting really more presents to drop.
And as the fond father the picture surveyed,
He thought, for his trouble he had amply been paid;
And he said to himself as he brushed off a tear,
“I'm bappier to night than I've been for a year.
I've enjoyed more true pleasure than ever before-
What care I if bank stocks fall ten per cent. more.
Hereafter I'll make it a rule, I believe,
To have Santa Clans visit us each Christpias eve.”
So thinking he gently extinguished the light,
And tripped down the stairs to retire for the night.
As soon as the beams of the bright morning sun
Put the darkness to flight, and the stars, one by one,
Four little blue eyes out of sleep opened wide,
And at the same moment the presents espied ;
Then out of their beds they sprang with a bound,
And the very gifts prayed for were all of them found;

They laughed and they cried in their innocent glee, And shouted for papa to come quick and see What presents old Santa Claus brought in the night (Just the things that they wanted) and left before light; ** And now," added Annie, in a voice soft and low, • You'll believe there's a Santa Claus, papa, I know;" While dear little Willie climbed up on his knee, Determined no secret between them should be, And told in soft whispers how Annie bad said That their blessed mamma, so long ago dead, Used to kneel down and pray by the side of her chair, And that God, up in heaven, had answered her prayer! " Then we dot up, and payed dust as well as we tould, And Dod answered our payers; now wasn't he dood ?” “ I should say that he was if he sent you all these, And knew just what presents my children would please. Well, well, let him think so, the dear little elf, 'Twould be cruel to tell him I did it myself.” Blind father! who caused your proud heart to relent, And the hasty word spoken so soon to repent? "Twas the Being who made you steal softly up stairs, And made you His agent to answer their prayers.

WHAT DOES IT MATTER.

It matters little where I was born,

Or if my parents were rich or poor,
Whether they shrank from the cold world's scorn

Or walked in the pride of wealth secure;
But whether I live an honest man,

And hold my integrity firm in my clutch,
I tell you, my brother, as plain as I can,

It matters much !
It matters little how long I stay

In a world of sorrow, sin, and care;
Whether in youth I am called away,

Or live till my bones of flesh are bare;
But whether I do the best I can

To soften the weight of adversity's touch
On the faded cheek of my fellow man,

It matters much!

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