Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-12-12
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( with many lIttie fingers that have cluns
there. There are andironS. too 4; IL,
old andirons, with rings in the top
wherein many temples of fame have
been built, with spires and turIets o
crimson. There is broad warn hearth
broad enough for three generations tC
cluster on f; worn by feet that have
been torn and bleeding by the way, Ol
been made beautiful, and walked up
on floors of lessellated gold. There are
ed coal, and blowing for a little life, u
lighted our first candle there is a shov.
el, wherewith were drawn forth the
glowing embers, in which We saw our
fist faucies and dreamed our first
dreams; the shovel, with which we stir
red the sleepy logs, till the sparks rush
ed up the chimney as # forge were in
the blast below, and wished We had SO
many something's that we coveted and
so il was we Wished our first wishes.
There is a chair-a low, rush bottom
ed chair there is little wheel in the
corner. a big wheel in the garret, loom
in the chamber. There are chests full
of linen and yarn, and quilts of rare pat
tern, and samples" in frames.
And every where and always the
dear old wrinkled face of her whose firm,
elastic step mocks the feeble saunter of
her children's children-the old fashion
ed grandmother of twenty years ago.
She, the very Providence of the old
homestead she who loved us all and
took all the school in the Hollow for
grandchildren beside a great expan-
siye heart was hers, beneath that wooden
gown, or that more stately bonn azine,
or that sole heirloom of silken texture.
We can see her to day, those mild
blue eyes, with more OF beauty in
them than Time could touch or Death
DO more than hide-those eyes that held
both smiles and tears within the fainlest
cali OF every one of US, and soft reproof,
that seemed not passion but regret. A
white iress has escaped from beneath
her snowey cap; she has JUS res ored a
wander NJ lamb to its mother; she
leng lhening the Iether of vine lha was
stray ing over window. as she came in,
and picked four-leaved clover fer e.
len. She sits down by the little wheel
"a tresS Is running through her fingers
from the di,Ialf's dishevelled hand, WHEN
a small voice Giles Grandma from the
old red cradle. and Grandma - Tom
my shouts from the top of the stairS.-
Gently she lets 20 the thread, for her pa
tence is almost as beautiful as her char
lily, and she touches the li,tle red bark
moment, ill the young voyager is in a
dream again, and then directs Tommy's
"navailing attempts TO harness the cat =
The tick of the clio ( runs fart and low,
She opens t,e mysterious donr, and pro-
ceeds. to wind it up. We are all ON lip-
toe, and We beg in breath TO be lifted
up one by one, and look in the hundredth
time upon the tin cases of the weights,
and the poor lonely pendulum, which
goes to and fro by its litlle dim window,
and never comes out in the world, and
our petitions are all granted, and We are
lifted up, and We al touch with finger
the wonderful weights, and the music of
the little wheel is resumed.
Was Mary TO be married, or Jane to
be wrapped in shrOud a? So meekly
did she fold the white hands OF the one
upon her still bosom, that there seemed
TO be prayer in them there, and so
sweeily did she wreath the white rose in
the hair OF the other, that one would not
have wondered had more roses budded
for company.
How she stood between us and appre-
hendtd harm +; how the rudest of US soft
ened beneath the gentle pressure of her
faded and lremulous hand From her
pocket that hand was ever
closed, only 10 be opened in
our own. with the NUS she had gather
ed, the cherries she had plucked, the
IilJle egg She had found, the turn over"
She had baked, the trinket she had or
ed Ion us-the offspring of her heart.
Well, she sang. Her voice was fee
be and wsvering. like fountain Just
ready TO fall, but then how sweet Ioned
il was ard il couldn't grow sweet"r.-
What Joy Of grief' it was to sit there
around The FIRE, all of US, except Jane,
that clasped a prayer to her bosom. and /
her we thought We saw, when The hall
loor was opened moment by The wind
1u1 then We were not afraid, for wasn't /
L her smile she wore ?-to sit there
around the ire, and weep over the WOES !
IF the Babies in he Woul>, VINO lay
lown side by side in the solemn shad
,ws; and how strangely glad We le!t
sben the robin red breast covered them
with leaves, and last of all when the an
gels took them GU; Of The night iniO day
sYerlas ing.