St Nicholas [serial] . faces, shone withhealth ; they became, not fat,but muscular, ruddy, and butchers and bakers re-opened their shops ; the pastry-cooks and confectioners shuttheirs. The country of theGreedy was turned upside down,and if it kept its name, it wasonly from habit. As for thetart, it was forgotten. To-day,in that marvelous country therecannot be found a paper of sugar-plums or a basket of cakes. It is charming to seetheir red lips and their beautiful teeth. If they havestill a king, he may well be proud to be their ruler. Does this story teach that tarts and pies shou
St Nicholas [serial] . faces, shone withhealth ; they became, not fat,but muscular, ruddy, and butchers and bakers re-opened their shops ; the pastry-cooks and confectioners shuttheirs. The country of theGreedy was turned upside down,and if it kept its name, it wasonly from habit. As for thetart, it was forgotten. To-day,in that marvelous country therecannot be found a paper of sugar-plums or a basket of cakes. It is charming to seetheir red lips and their beautiful teeth. If they havestill a king, he may well be proud to be their ruler. Does this story teach that tarts and pies shouldnever be eaten ? No; but there is reason in allthings. The doctors alone did not profit by this great revolution. They could not afford to drink welany longer in a land where indigestion had becoMunknown. The apothecaries were no less unhap \iSpiders spun webs over their windows, and tl Ihorrible remedies were no longer of use. Ask no more about Mother Mitchel. She \slridiculed without measure by those who had adorij. JOY IN THE KINGDOM. her. To complete her misfortune, she lost herAlas for Mother Mitchel! The King received the reward of his wisdHis grateful people called him neither CharlesBold nor Peter the Terrible, nor Louis the Grbut always by the noble name of Prosper I.,Reasonable. THE COMPLAINT OF THE Sydney Dayre. Dear St. Nicholas : Last Christmas we had a Christmas-tree—we always hung up our stockings before. On Christmas mominof the babys stockings was gone, and we could nt find it anywhere. But yesterday it turned up in the funniest place. You neverguess where, so I must tell you. It was tucked into one of the pigeon-holes of grandfathers desk. He found it there on Christmas iing ; and as he cant see very well, he thought it was a pen-wiper some of us had put there to surprise him. And this letter, directed tLwas in the foot of the stocking. No one can tell how it ever could have got into grandfathers desk ; but you know a great many wonthings do h
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