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CHRISTMAS, 215 istered the tasks allotted to him in an able manner. He is at pres- ent vice-president and a director in the Salt Lake and Los Angeles Railway, a director of the Inland Crystal Salt Company, and a direc- tor of Zion's Savings Bank and Trust Co. He was treasurer of the old Utah Central Railroad Co., and also at one time the treasurer of the Salt Lake City Railroad Co., and Salt Lake City Gas Co., being one of the original incorporators of the latter, also one of the original incorporators of the Utah Sugar Company. For twenty years he served as treasurer of Utah Territory, and was also at one time treasurer of the Deseret News Company. Asked as to what he considered a good guiding principle for a young man to adopt in life who desires to acquire honest success, which means a first class character, as well as a good financial standing, he said, "I have always endeavered to make my rule in life, honesty, integrity, and fidelity to duty, and I consider this a good motto for any young man who desires to make a success of his career." CHRISTMAS. BY
BRIGHAM
CLEGG. How long since prophets heralded the coming of this day, Made sacred by Christ's holy name; and still weVaitandlpraf To dawn a greater Christmas morn, when angel bands shall sing, And earth be robed in purity to meet her welcome King. Then shall all sorrow flee away, and sin forever cease, And Babel noise be silenced by triumphal chords of peace. Long ages, too, have rolled away since that first Christmas morn When in a rustic stable old, a babe, a God, was born: Yet still he lives and breathes and moves,
in countless hearts of prayer; Where virtue, love and faith is found, he ever lingers there.

216 IMPROVEMENT ERA. The gentle touch we yet may feel, that healed the leper's brow; The loving eye that pitied them, looks down in pity now. The words he spoke of faith and love, we yet may hear today; His every word and look and act, they live eternally. How swift have glided by the years since wise men from afar. Were guided to the holy place by God's appointed star! But still methinks that star shines bright, in night's dark sinful sky, Just as it shone that night of yore, to greet the passer by. It shines to guide along faith's path — while love burns in the breast — All weary pilgrims safely to his promised home of rest. How long since shepherds watched their flocks, that midnight, clear and cold, When angels tuned their silver harps, and sang the song of old! They're singing now — be still, proud world, and cease thy noisy din — The birthday of our Lord and King, they come to usher in. Above the clouds of war and strife, ten thousand glad harps ring, And bending near, to catch the ear, ten thousand voices sing: "All glory be to God on high," a message from our King, "Oa earth be peace, good will to men," oh, hear the angels sing! Be cheerful, then, ye mortal men, 'tis Christmas day, once more, Let music sweet Christ's birthday greet, and ring from shore to ehore. A present rare, a Savior fair, God's Christmas gift to man, Who ransomed all from Adam's fall, and gave the gospel plan. Behold afar his guiding star, 'tis beaming bright today — It bids us bow, in worship now, while angels chant their lay. Let bells repeat the music sweet that rings from harps above, While mortals, we, in melody, give back the song of love.