Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1852-03-09

Der aunt Keziah, that lived at Bundleville, she
was nice old woman; | remember just how
she used to look at meeting. She always went
to meeting you know, and set right by the old
deacon's seat, and looked right Mt parson Bris-
toll all the time. She is just so now; she goes
all round and tells how much she gives the par
son, and how much to the poor; and how little
some Of the rich folks give, and how they ought
to be ashamed she keeps stirring of them
up-oh she is great christianizer. Well, she
and uncle Ben was Mt our house that afternoon,
visiting; and after supper, we were all setting
around the stove, talking about the folks down
in Bundleville, and about you and the end of
the world. | hope it won't come to day, says
aunt Keziah says she, it was an awful day, the
wind made as much noise as a thousand bears,
all growing at once. Just then, all of sud-
den, the room was light as day! A fire! says
uncle Ben. No! no screamed aunt Keziah;
it is coming! it is coming! that noise ai'nt the
wind it is the rolling up Of the world Oh if
want scared then, never was. Well, thinks
], it won't do to stay here something must
be DONE" before the house is down round my
ears. So out run, and such dazzling light,
you never did see and such rumbIing and
| roaring, you never did hear know what YOU
would have done, uncle Zeb you would have
dropped right down on your knees, held up
your hands and cried aloud, "Blow your horn,
GABRIEL" for am ready. But did not feel
like that; thought the less noise l made the
better for me. Thinks I, I'll get my mi,tens,
(for it was dreadful coId), there's chance for
me yet. When was rafting, way down on
the Allegany, and the raft struck a rock, on the
rapids, the cribs would roll and tumble one top
of the other, and used to jump and scramble
from one to the other, and keep top in spite of
them. Perhaps | can do so now, if start be-
fore it is rolled clear up; may be | can keep on
top yet. tell you thought of every thing !
ever did, and every thing ever learned at the
Sunday School 1t seemed as if there was u
thousand stars shining right into my eyes. l
thought what John saw and wrote about the
candlesticks and candles in the Church, and
expected to hear the trumpet of the last Angel
every minute. was just going to start, as
aunt Keziah said to me; says she, law me
Jerry, it is nothing but host of candles, in the
windows of that are printing office! And sure
enough, could see it then, as well as she-.
Them are boys, says she, are trying to show
Ben Franklin the road out of purgatory I'll war
rant; and she went and got the almanac, to see
when he died. But it didn't tell; guess it was
printed before. Says she, some folks say he
has not got to Paradise yet; poor soul sup
pose, like most printers, he was so poor he is
obliged to print his way along. Oh says she
| wish could see old parson Bristol want to
ask him how many lives body must live in
flesh and spirit, before they get to that are restg
l didn't stop to hear any more, but steered
straight for the Office, Sull of wrath tell You
and there, true enough, was q candle in almost
every light of glass. boted right in, and says
/, what on airth are you doing here? what do
you mean by all this fuss, and candles, soaring
folks half out of their wits, and making them
think so much about the Judgment for
nothing! One Of the fellows turned round,
just as cool as if nothing had happened says he,
1--WE was only reminding friend of ours, that
arrived this evening, Of the 'gaities of Kazama-
ZOO =" Want mad
Your atfectionate nephew,
JEREMIAH BLUNDERHEAp.
+ Thick Hollow, March 5, 1852.