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faces    ebbed    towards    the    Christmas    Tree from     which     gentlemen     commenced     to distribute     among     the     crowd     the     fruits which   had   grown   thereon   so   suddenly.   It was   loaded   with   articles   both   useful   and ornamental        with supplies     for     soul and       body;       and what    it    could    not hold     in     its     arms was                  kindly sheltered at its feet. A nd,    in    addition to      all      this,      Mr. Ballou,                   the Superintendent      of the   Sabbath   School, announced,            in behalf       of       Santa Claus,   that   if   any   of the     children     had     been     forgotten     they should   be   remembered   the   next   Sunday.   So that   while   the   generous   old   saint   made   a gracious     bow     to     all     the     company     he bestowed   his   "distinguished   consideration" upon   some   three   hundred   as   an   evidence that   he   had   neither   "suspended"   nor   "asked an   extension"   but   was   determined   to   cash all   his   obligations   at   "maturity,"   and   keep his      customers      in good humor. T he    articles    upon the       tables       were t   h   o   r   o   u   g   h   l   y     disposed   of,   but   we trust    the    wants    of all    in    this    respect were     supplied.    At any   rate,   all   seemed to          enjoy          the occasion          largely and            conducted themselves   with   as much    propriety    as we       have       ever       witnessed       in       like circumstances.     We     were     favored     with beautiful     instrumental     music     under     the direction    of    Mr.    Thomas    Paine;    and    the festivities   closed   about   twelve   o'clock   with a   brief   dance   in   which   many   joined,   while others   looked   on   quietly   or   retired   to   their homes.
T he     Festival     held     by     the     Universalist Society   on   Christmas   evening   was   a   most successful     affair.     A     thousand     persons participated   in   the   joys   of   the   evening   and all seemed happy. At   8   o'clock   the   audience   joined   in singing     the     hymn     "Joy     to     the World"   etc.   after   which   Mr.   Boyden, the    Pastor,    made    a    few    remarks congratulating         the         company present,   complimenting   Mr.   Harris for   his   energy   and   taste   in   rearing such   a   building   and   expressing   the obligations    of    the    public    to    those who   thus   minister   to   the   sense   of beauty   in   the   human   soul.   He   then pointed     to     the     Christmas     Tree, which   as   an   evergreen   was   nature's prophecy    of    immortality,    and    as bearing     the     gifts     of     affection,     a beautiful   illustration   of   that   religion which   was   heralded   by   the   birth   of the   Redeemer.   After   this   the   audience   sang the    hymn,    "All    Hail    the    Power    of    Jesus' Name";    and,    then,    turning    towards    the gallery,    were    entertained    with    a    "merry Christmas"   in   Tableau.   The   old   gentleman was   seated   on   the   wooden   horse,   holding   a tight     rein,     and     his     fair     spouse     was delighted     with     the     antics     of     a     dandy monkey,   while   the   children   seemed   equally delighted    that    Santa    Claus    had    afforded such   rare   amusement   for   the   "old   folks   at home." T he    next    was    Minne-ha-ha.    There    was something    solemn    and    impressive    in    the calm   dignity   of   the   dusky   maiden   as   she stood   apparently   breathless,   her   right   hand resting    on    her    trusty    bow.    Such    scenes always   awaken   the   sympathy   we   have   long cherished for that people who at last "Shall   sit   on   the   great   ocean's   shore,   And sing    to    the    waves    that    their    race    is    no more."   This   exhibition   was   concluded   by   a beautiful   piece   entitled   "The   Fairy   Queen." A   dozen   little   girls,   beautifully   dressed   in white,   came   upon   the   stage   and   sang;   then, turning,   they   all   knelt   when   a   curtain   in   the rear   rose   and   the   queen   appeared,   holding in her hand "the magic wand." A fter singing Old Hundred the sea of

CHRISTMAS IN WOONSOCKET, RHODE ISLAND

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