In the Yule-Log Glow, Book I

of a thoroughfare scarcely broad enough to admit two drays abreast, and, by actual measurement,-taken with persistent diligence by the adjacent office boys,-just two running-jumps from gutter to gutt

tter

d with such unbecoming violence that even a porter felt it necessary to hurry and bustle. Taking the shutters by assault from the foe's embraces, they had thumped, and banged, and hammered,

t its captives always going, going, going, for its sixth stroke had not died away before they began to appear again, this time with the addition of fur hats and little dinner-baskets, and with n

ed gag would permit across the street (so term

Cold as blaze

mas, of No. 4, would like to kn

y better; and as it appeared to do so they, with half a dozen others

sh you a pleasant day to-morrow!" but in reality to see that all was fast, and perchance to indulge in a comfortable survey of their snug little properties-a

may see by the shaft of gas-light that has just fallen acr

e two doors and the window, are in turn crowned and anointed on the head, as it were, by a very bold sign containing very brazen-in

oked through the window, in a deep funnel of a room, at a desk near the fire, head behind the

h was he called, derived the power of writing from his mouth; or whether the gentle excitation of moving his lips over toothless gums assisted thought; or whether, as some said, he chewed tobacco, a position which nobody ever held long, as nobody ever proved him to have expectorated during his whole life; his mouth-al

fully and serenely over the field of strife and death. So arose a beneficent smile ever and anon over the wrinkled and careworn face of the old clerk; bu

he clock, had not, like the world, worked silently on its axis, there must have been continual creaking-when a noise like the name of David emanated from the le

in a weak little voice, and climbi

ed! But go and lock up," and then Mr. Griffin took a glance at the clock. "Half-past six! Why it's surprising how

d door and, all unseen by his employer, waved his hand to some one at the corner of the court. He then walked as quickly as his little, bent legs-parabolic were they in outline, but, as this is not a geometric treatise, it is of no particular conseq

ly got it on, turned up the collar, tied about his ears a not very robust scarf, and laid thereon, as the copestone of his apparel, a dingy high hat that had undergone,

d forward to the time of parting, when he half expected Emanuel Griffin, Esq., contrary to his custom though it was, would offer him some little gift out of the increased profits of a business he had

t,-"no matter," he resumed. "I guess it was nothing very important, so good-by, David, and a-good-by!" He was going to say "and a merry Christmas;" but

st have been extremely sensitive to the wind, for they ran with someth

are, and then, with the key in his hand, felt his way to the door, banged it after him, and locked it with the satisfaction of a miser over a casket o

Would the tender impulses, which the unsifted morals of barter extinguish, as they extinguish much of the nobility in man, have enkindled anew and brightened this misery? Not if dollars would have done it; nay, not if even a word would have done it, would Emanuel Griff