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DouDX-K ACB08TIC.— D— ori — C Defoe's Crusoe. 
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Vames of Ritecs Enigm.vtically Expressed.— t. Ca- 
tawba. ■-'. Leaf. :1. lilaclc Warrior. 4. Savauuab. 5. James. 
6. Cow'pastnrc. 7. I'anmiiki-y. 
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CHARArTEnrsTlo Ixitials.— 1. Jobn G. Wblttior 2. Wil- 
liam Culleii lirvant. S. ScbuylerCollux. 4. MIcbael Aiiyeki. 
S. l)aiiiitlo'Co^mel. 6. nayarillaylor. i. Abiali:im Lliicoln. 
8. T. S. .Arthur. 9. Grace Greeuwood. 10. t. D- t. ^. 
Southworth. 
Cross Word.— Cliecrfulness. 
Pi.— One of the most important rules of the science of 
manners, is an almost absolute silence iu regard to yovirstlf. 
Send commrinkatioiis intended for Avnt Sue. to Sox 111, 
P. O., Brooklyn, N. Y., and not to 245 Broadway. 
Aiiiit Sue's Chats. 
Ellen F. G.— A very "cheap, simple, and pretty de- 
Bigu tor a statuette-stand for mantel-piece" may be 
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the cloth known as •'Turkey- 
board tliree-eights of an inch 
thick. Cut the hoard into throe pieces : one, six 
inches by seven ; one, ten iuuhcs by eight, and one, ten 
by thirteen. Round off the 
corners of one end of the lutter, 
lil;e fiir. 1. Fasten on to this 
some ** turkey-red," in three 
box-plaits, hke fig. 2, by small 
tacks on tlie back, driven in to 
the head. Then fasten a plain 
piece of turkey-red on the back 
(cover the tack?) by turning down 
tlic edge of Ihc cloth a little di:5tance from the edge of 
the wood, and basting it round with a needle and thread. 
Cover the two square 
pieces with cloth. Place 
the smaller on the larger, 
and fasten them together 
with three small tacks- 
one in the center, and one 
at each back corner, as in 
fig. 3. This makes the 
base. Place the largest 
piece (with the box-plaits) 
behind the base, and 
fasten them together by 
tacks ; although they may 
be left separate, if you 
prefer it, as the wall will 
support the back ; and the 
thing is complete, and 
makes a very effective stand for a statuette. Of course 
you can use any other color or material to cover the 
wood that may best 
Then, for " the baby," you can make a worsted ball. It 
takes a good deal of worsted, but you can use all the 
scraps left from other things, ilakeaiittle one first, just 
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harmonize with the color 
of your furniture. 
Effie.— If yon "can 
sew," you can make 
"Uncle Edward" a very 
acceptable *^ Christmas 
present" in the shape of 
a vest pin-cnshion. I think one in the shape of fig. 5 the 
most serviceable, as it fits the vest-pocket comfortably, 
and long pins may he put in 
one way. and short ones the 
other. Cut your two pieces 
of card exactly the same 
shape ; cut two pieces of silk 
{or merino) a little larger 
than the cards. Take a very 
fine needle and thread and 
baste the silk all round the 
cards, turning the edges 
over, then over-hand them 
together. Of conrse your 
mother conid tell you jn^t how to do it, but if you read 
this carefnlly and follow the instnictions, yon can doit 
all by yourself and need not Ironblc her. 
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to learn how. and yon can easily increase the size. About 
two and a half inches in diameter is the proper size. Cut 
two pieces of card as large as a au old-fashioned copper- 
penny. Place your thimble on the center of each piece, 
draw a penc:l-mark around 
it, then cut it out, leaving 
holes in the centers of the 
cards, as in fig. (j. Thread 
your worsted-needle, or 
bodkin, with doubl. 
worsted, two or thr.. > 
yards long, and wind it 
over and over the two 
cards, as in fig. 7, first one 
color, then another, until 
the hole is filled up, and 
you cannot push the needle 
through any more (fig. S). 
Now push the point of a 
pen-kni fe into the edge 
bftween the cards, and com- 
mence to cut around, as in fig. 9. Be very sure that the knife 
is between the two cards, then cut all the way round, as in 
fig. 10. Ti? a string tightly around the center between the 
cards (after winding it two or three times), then tear out 
the cards, and the worsted will come together. 2suw 
Fig. 9. 
Fig. iO. Fig. 11. 
take your scissors and cut ofl' the uneven ends, so as to 
have the ball smooth and velvety, and yon will be de- 
lighted with the effect (fig. 11). 
The Iliiglit Before ClBristmas. 
BY '■ LADY-FERN." 
The evening was cold, for the north wind was blowing. 
It had been chasing the little grey clouds all day, and 
now the whole sky was full of them. The sun went 
down, but the clouds were so thick that nobody would 
have known it, if the wind had not grown colder, and 
the sky darker. 
*' It feels like snow," said Madame Ruhmm Maple, and 
she shivered from top to root. 
"Let it snow. / say!" cried Sir Quercos A. Oak, shak- 
ing all his brown leaves in defiance, "it's time it did." 
"I feel scarcely prepared for cold weather," remarked 
Madame timidly, " my limbs are shaky, and they have 
become so stiff that it is with difficulty lean bend them. 
•'Madame," said SirQuercus, severclj', " excuse me if 
I tell you the truth, I was brought np to speak it. Your 
limbs arc not well proportioned. One of them is at 
least fifteen feet longer than the other, while the lower 
oiies are almost too small to be mentioned. Ton need 
proper training, my friend. No wouder yon are shaky." 
"Hear him talk," whispered young Kalmia Laurel 
to little Miss Polypody Fern, who was reclining on a rock 
near by, " the less these great folks know, the more they 
say about it. If he were to speak the irhole truth, he 
would have mentioned that he gives Madame so little 
room that she has to grow up high to find the light." 
" But, Mr. Laurel," asked Polly, " what does Madame 
Maple mean hy snow ? I never hoard of it before, i*' it 
pleasant ;' and ivhat is cold iceathfr ? " 
'•Delightful! delightful!" cried Junipcrns V. Cedar, 
E^q., who was standing near, '■ I have hardly been able 
to ;;ro\v for the heat all snmmer, but this cool breeze puts 
new life into my veins. Why, thit is cold weather, and 
as for snow, look on your left-hand frond, my dear." 
Miss Polly looked, and truly tli^^ie was eoraething she 
hud never seen before. It was very small, very soft, very 
white, it made no noise, aud it had scarcely any wtight. 
Where had it come from ? Not from the ground, surely. 
Out of the sky then. 
'• So this is snow," she said to herself, " it seems beau- 
tiful, but it's very cold." 
'■Don't be afraid ! " called youug Kalmia cheerily, '* it 
won't hurt, it will keep you warm. I'm only afraid there 
won't be enough of it." 
"Enough to give Santa Claus easy riding, I hope," said 
J. V. Cedar, - the good man has much to do, aud far to- 
travel with his little steeds to-uight." 
"Bless me," cried Kalmia Laurel, "I really had for- 
gotten that this is the night before Christmas. That 
accounts for the enow. Who ever heard cf Christmas 
without tnow ? I must he getting old, if I'm losing my 
memory, but it's a green old age, at any rate," and Mr. 
Laurel shook himself in laughing at his own joke. 
"But, Mr. Laurel," whispered Miss Polypody in sur- 
prise, "who is this good Santa Claus with his steeds,, 
aud what do yon mean by the night before Christmas? '* 
"Why, don't you know? but then these Ferns are 
always too stylish to know what eveiyone else knows," 
said Miichella Partridge-berry, nodding her little red 
head in scorn. 
At this sharp answer Miss Polypody wished she could 
crawl into the cleft of the rock beside her, but all she 
could get in was her roots, so she was forced to stand, 
covered with confusion. 
"Come, come," cried the kindhearted Kalmia Laurel, 
"you know Polly was only born last spring, she'll know 
as much as you in another year. Miss Mitchella. Listen, 
my dear, I'll tell you what you want to know. Some 
people, like Madame Rubrum Maple, don't like cold 
weather and snow. Almost all of your very genteel fam- 
ily have gone to sleep under the leaves, but you, my dear, 
and I, keep awake all winter, to see wkai's going on. 
Polly, did you ever see a man, a queer creature, with four 
branches, and a great many small roots on the top of his 
head? He moves very quickly, aud don't care who he 
eteps on." 
"I saw a creature with the fine roots you speak of 
once, but it moved more slowly, and though it did not 
tread on us, it pulled up many of my cousins aud look 
them away." 
*'HoI ho!" laughed young Laurel, shaking himself 
again, " it was a uotnan ; not much diflerence, except in 
their leaves— clothes— I mean. Well, these creatures 
have some queer ways. On this night every year Santa 
Claus comes for some of us to adorn the festival they 
celebrate on the morrow. lie is a man, too— and the 
best of the lot. At this time of the year he visits every- 
one he can, and those he is forced to neglect feel very 
much hurt. It is not himself they care for so much, you 
understand, but the gifts he brings to everyone, espe- 
cially the children." 
" But what is it all about, and why does he do this at 
the same time every year?" asked Miss Polly, who 
always liked to get at the bottom of things. 
"I don't very well know myself," answered young 
Mountain Laurel frankly, "ask Lord Abies Hemlock." 
"What is your wieh, Miss Polypody?" asked Lord 
Hemlock, bending gracefully down to the liitle fern. 
•"'May it please your Lordship,'" was the modest an- 
swer, "wh}' does Sauta Claus come this time every 
year? " 
"Listen, and I will tell you. Many long years ago 
our Creator sent a wise and holy person tD teach men 
how to live. This was necessary, for they did not know 
themselves. Now, though this person was the Son of 
God, and came from heaven, He resolved to become in 
all things:, except sin, like men, in order that they 
might the more easily believe his words. So He was 
bom in a stable, and his cradle was a manger, and all 
who came to welcome him were three strangers from the 
East. But these strangers brought rich and costly gifts 
to the Christ-child, and now, every year when His birth- 
day comes, men give gifts to those they love, to remind 
them of the Child in the manger, and all the joy He 
brought into the world. 
" As for Santa Clans, he has enough to do to carry the 
gifts where they belong. All love him, but especially 
the children, for to them he brings the most." And 
Lord Hemlock lifted his beautiful branches towards 
the sky again. 
Now. while they were talking, the darkness grew 
deeper and deeper, and the snow fell faster and faster, 
till Miss Mitchella was quite hidden, and Polyimdy had 
to stretch up to look around. But about midnight, 
when Lord Hemlock had finished his story, and Madame 
Maple was sighing in her sleep, the snow ceased to fall, 
the north wind blew and blew till it blew all the clouds 
ont of the sky, and there, behind them, were the stars, 
which had been shining all the while, though nobody 
knew it. Then it was that Mr. Laurel and Miss Poly- 
pody, wide-awake and waiting for something to happen, 
heard a sweet silvery sonnd far away, and looking 
through the edge of the wood, saw a jolly old man 
