WHICH TELLS ABOUT MRS.

DILLINGHAM'S CHRISTMAS AND THE NEW YEAR'S RECEPTION AT THE PALGRAVE MANSION.
A brilliant Christmas morning shone in at Mrs.Dillingham's window, where she sat quietly sunning the better side of her nature.

Her parlor was a little paradise, and all things around her were in tasteful keeping with her beautiful self.

The Christmas chimes were deluging the air with music; throngs were passing by on their way to and from church, and exchanging the greetings of the day; wreaths of holly were in her own windows and in those of her neighbors; and the influences of the hour--half poetical, half religious--held the unlovely and the evil within her in benign though temporary thrall.

The good angel was dominant within her, while the bad angel slept.
Far down the vista of the ages, she was looking into a stable where a baby lay, warm in its swaddling-clothes, the mother bending over it.