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A Deserved Tribute 351
A Parting Greeting 357
An Honorable Finder 372
Dick Whittington 181
Dr. Samuel R. Fisher 197
Daniel Webster as a Poet 276
George Eliot 7!)
Grecian Beauty 370
Go Home, Boys 380
How they Treat Babies 36
How to Grow 56
How Nicholas Became a Great Musician. 88
Husbands and Wives 161
How Russian Exiles Live 170
John Milton.'. 12
Serpents in Literature 129
Story of a French Doll 148
Single Blessedness 152
Speaking to Jesus 233
Sarah B. Judson and Napoleon Bona-
Safe Little Effie 307
"Statuary Christians" 320
Smells and Jingles 356
The Relation of the ^Esthetic to the Di-
The Guardian herewith presents its hearty greetings to all its readers. It is its thirty-second Christmas greeting, for with this number it enters upon its thirty-second volume. Toe life of a magazine, like human life, passes through nood and evil days. Of this the GuarDian has had its little share. In its earlier years it was kept alive mainly through the personal exertions of its founder. Several times a little cloud hung over it. But it was only of short duration, and was never permitted to cast its shade on iti pages. S'> fur as possible these were kept cheerful and sunny. It is smaller than many of the so-called popular magazines, and has not as large a circulation as they have. It does not command nor make as much money, but seeks to fulfill its mission with a cheerful, hopeful heart. It has never suffered from want, nor has it been tempted by wealth. With Agur, the son of Jakeh, it prays for neither poverty nor riches, but for food convenient. It has always been blessed with kind friends, who loved it with the warmth (f a personal affection. It has many such now. They, judge its defects with charity, and accept its ministrations with grateful pleasure. We thank them for their help in the past, and ask them to continue it in the future. The Guardian has, during the past year, added over three hundred subscribers to iti subscription list. We fondly hope that it will gain more than this number during this year.
That the everlasting God was born by a human mother, as a helpless, tender child, is the miracle of miracles. Of a meek and lowly virgin, without
the parade and pomp of the great! How beautiful this scene at Bethlehem as contrasted with the frivolity and fashion, the vain and empty show of the children of this world! Thus the great Saviour casts in His human lot among the lowly. This peculiar side of His infancy touches the hearts of the millions. From this time to the end of | His earthly life He walks and works ', along the quiet paths of those who toil for their bread. His mission was " to preach the gospel to the poor, to heal the broken-hearted, to proclaim deliverance to those in bonds and to give sight to the blind." And this He si ill carries forward through the ministry of His church. May the inspiration of the new-born child kindle His gracious life afresh in our hearts.
Forqkt not that Christmas is the children's day. Adapt your gifts, words and prayers to their peculiar child natures. Forget not the poor children, who have no parents, or having them receive no cheering presents. Often has our heart been touch, d with the sight of poor, ragged children standing beforetheshow windowsof some toyshops as we pas-.ed along the street on Christmas week Their scanty clothing, and sallow, gaunt faces contrasted strangely with the gay, attractive articles inside the window. With a suppressed, timid tone of voice they admiringly called each other's attention to this and that article iu the window. The passing throng took no notice of the poor little creatures. Surely if Christ were passing along, as He passed through the streets of Jerusalem and Capernaum in the days of His flesh, He would go out of His way to take such poor children by the hand and put something nice into it.
When we close a year and step out of the old into a new one, we feel like shaking hands with a friend at a last parting. For many days we have walked together. Our life has poured iteelf into its hours and days beyond recall. And now in parting with the year we part with as much of our life as we put into it. There is always something sad and saddening in looking at a familiar object for the last time. In going out the door of a room in which you have slept but for a night you look back into it with a certain feeling of seriousness. In leaving a grand painting, statue or the top of the Rhigi for the last time, the thought that you shall never look upon it, or its like, again, gives you a melancholy feeling. And looking back over the year past, recalling its pains and pleasures, its acts of penitence, prayer and praise, and thinking that all these in themselves are things of the past, we turn from the old to the new year with mingled feelings of sadness and pleasure. God be praised for His mercies in the past, and for His promised help in the future.
From the beginning of our Saviour's divine-human life He combines in His person seemingly opposite characters. How divine and yet how human is He; how lofty and yet how lowly. He appears as a child, a poor child of a poor mother, in one of the obscurest and smallest towns of Judah, in an out of the way place of the town, in a stable; a helpless fugitive from the cruel pursuit of a heartless tyrant. All these are features in which the reputed Messiah was a stone of stumbling to the Jews. On the other hand we have the angel heralds, sent first to Mary, then to the Shepherds; the inspired anthems of Zacharias and Mary, the holy rejoicing of Elizabeth, Simeon and Anna; the star of Bethlehem, and the Wise Men following it from the East. Dr. Schaff eays: "Heaven and earth seem to move around the child as a centre. What seeming opposites I A'child in the manger, yet the Saviour of the world; a child hated and feared, yet longed for and loved; a child poor and despised, yet honored and adored; a
child surrounded with perils, yet wonderfully preserved; a child which sets the stars of heaven, the city of Jerusalem, the shepherds of Judea, and the Wise Men of the East in motion. A child which repels the worst elements of the world and attracts the best." What a wonderful child !" The mighty God, the everlasting Father, the Prince of peace."
Our Christmas merry-makings and pious rejoicings will avail little for us if we do not give the new-born Saviour a place in our hearts. Our hearts must become His manger, His abode for ever, if we would be saved by Him. On Christmas eve, 1540, Luther wrote a sweet Christmas hymn for his little son Hans. It suits older folk no less than the children. How beautiful and Christlike the spirit of this hymn contrasted with the burlesque, clownish, Santa Claus parodies at some Christmas festivals—which excite shouts of laughter instead of anthems of prayer and praise around the manger of Bethlehem. Here are the three last stanzas of this hymn, to this day well suited to be prayed and sung on Christmas dav by young and old:
"Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child,
My heart for very joy doth leap,
Glory to God in highest Heaven,
TnE late Dr. Charles Hodge of the Presbyterian Church was for a period of more than fifty years an honored teacher iu the Theological Seminary of Princeton, N. J. He was a leader of thought in his church, a prince in Israel. A man of meek and gentle spirit he drew to his heart men of kindred minds from all churches. Men like Bishop Mcllvaine and Bishop Johns loved him and he them with the tenderness of little children. In his old age they addressed him in their letters as "Dear Charles." And when they in