WARING.

A CAROL FROM FLANDERS

1914

In Flanders on the Christmas morn
The trenched foemen lay,
The German and the Briton born--
And it was Christmas Day.

The red sun rose on fields accurst,
The gray fog fled away;
But neither cared to fire the first,
For it was Christmas Day.

They called from each to each across
The hideous disarray
(For terrible had been their loss):
"O, this is Christmas Day!"

Their rifles all they set aside,
One impulse to obey;
'Twas just the men on either side,
Just men--and Christmas Day.

They dug the graves for all their dead
And over them did pray;
And Englishman and German said:
"How strange a Christmas Day!"

Between the trenches then they met,
Shook hands, and e'en did play
At games on which their hearts are set
On happy Christmas Day.

Not all the Emperors and Kings,
Financiers, and they
Who rule us could prevent these things
For it was Christmas Day.

O ye who read this truthful rime
From Flanders, kneel and say:
_God speed the time when every day
Shall be as Christmas Day_.

FREDERICK NIVEN.

THE MINER AND THE TIGER

On an October day in 1866, David Lloyd George, then a little lad of
three years, came with his mother and younger brother to live with his
uncle, Richard Lloyd, for his father had died leaving the family
penniless. His uncle, a shoemaker and preacher, was educated though
poor. In the picturesque little village of Llanystumdwy on the coast
of Wales, Lloyd George grew up,--a leader among his mates, not only in
his studies but in mischief as well. He was a good thinker and liked
to debate with his uncle, and to be in his uncle's shop in the evening
when the men of the village gathered to talk over questions of business
and politics. As he grew older, he took part in their conversation and
was acknowledged by them to have a good mind.

When he had finished his ordinary schooling, after which most boys were
put to work, his mother and his uncle agreed that the lad ought to
receive a good education; that such a capable boy should not all his
life be obliged to work by the day at farming. But his mother was
penniless, and his uncle had only a few hundred pounds which he had
saved to care for himself in his old age. But, though he was often
stern with the boy, he loved him, and decided to spend all that he had
for his education.