“God rest you, merry Gentlemen! Let nothing you dismay! Remember Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas Day!” Whereat the great Josiah McNason, multi-millionaire, laughed,--actually laughed! Going to the window he threw it open, and putting a hand into his pocket, he took out a bunch of silver. “Hullo, youngsters!” he cried--“Christmas morning, eh? Here you are!” Out flew threepences, sixpences and shillings in a shower. “Fair play!” he exclaimed--“Equal profits! Don’t trample one on the other! Girls first, boys next! The strong must help the weak! That’s right!--all good friends together--all happy! No envy, no jealousy,--all peace and goodwill! A Merry Christmas!” “Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas!” shouted the astonished children, as, jumping for joy, they gathered up their gifts. “Merry Christmas!” lisped a small boy with a flaxen head, sturdily clambering up to the window from the lawn a couple of feet below, and looking boldly in the face of the world’s celebrated Rich Man;--“God Bless You!” And the Rich Man answered gently: “God bless you, little man!” Then the whole group of young folks, determined to do the best they could for what they had received, burst out again in lusty chorus: “God rest you, merry Gentle Man! Let nothing you dismay! Remember Christ our Saviour Was born on Christmas Day!” And Josiah McNason, listening quietly, while the old carol was sung through, saw, as he gazed beyond the children’s faces into the Christmas morning sunshine, a tiny Shape slowly disappearing into space--a Shape so delicate as to seem no more than one of the sunbeams,--while a voice, fine and far, yet clear as a flute said: “Remember!” “I will!” he answered, under his breath. “In the spirit of One Timothy Two, good-bye!” whispered the Goblin--“Grace--Mercy--Peace!” “And Christmas Day!” said Josiah--“I shall remember!” THE END TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.