Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1856-11-19
GRiNDP.lP:lS.

Reader is your grandfather living? You say
he is, but very old, and inirm? Wei, then,
love and cherish him: throw all the light you
can over his path to the grave
Though the hand of Time has bowed his
FORM and left the dark impress of its shadows
| ON his manly brnw-clangng. too. the vgor Of
his once energetic mind-Sliil. let memory bear
you back to your childhood, when your trotlng
little form WAS first led cut on the green grass
hef"re the door, by grandpapa; for, if your
father was young, and you chanced TO be the
first born, lie would aare made Il very awkward
nurse: then, what cid he know about amusing
Il cIild .-rnuI;ing after notwithstanding the
bal-h, ing The kite? OmIy imagine your young
father trying 10 give you ride on his shoulder?
Why, the first Thing you did, of course, was to
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fu hair, crushing The wary cuT!s, over winch III
hour nf his time had been wasted that morning;
and then what Il shout you gave, when your
mi>chievous eyes rested on the snow-whllc
d;ckry, that had hccn rendered lis stiff rs pasle-
board by the skilful hands of the laundress!
Down uues little SON IF the shoulder in less
time l!an it took 10 place him there. "NurSe,
do colrc here and take The child . rXciaims pa-
pa. in net Il very pleasant tone while Ec tries in
vain 10 adjust the wr;sk!rd co!i.r. Do :on
,l.ink crandiap wonld have put yan down for
di>arranriug his toilette? No. indeed lie would
nave laughed and caIicd you his ii;i!c rogue
h.. had seen tnp much bui'y.Ian 10 IL! such
triilr disturb Him
Yes Young reader, be kind 10 d,ar old grand
pa: never let Lin ask . sccnnd Tim. fnr hi,
cane, hal ard slippers; be ever ready 10 wait
uuon Him al talc. ard sec that he j, first srrv.
I'd let every drfrrrrrc ke pail him hv the ser.
ya,,;s. no matter low childish his demands may
be-, Ard when the shadows Of old agr have
Gimmcl his sight amd he can 10 longer read his
Bile, select such chapters as vnu think h" Will
like, ard spend part Of each day in reading I"
him. And 1T last, wien lie mission !l"> g"Hr
forth from aboyc--wI:en the messenger has ar
rived 10 bear him ir.n yon. soo!c him III the
trying !iour-wirc tie dcath.dropSa is they gather
on his Lrow-sreal softly 10 him, or sing some
sweet, plauiiyc air by ;hc side OF The brd-mu-
sic. in the dying room, is like pouring balm on
the weary soul: it opens tie gates "f "rarea
for The free spirit 10 enter. THUS you cheer
his lust moments, and, though the lamp OF lie
Le but fast liickrrng in the surkct--ihnueh his
voice be hushrd forever, and the light OF his
eve darkcned, he may still bc sensible to all
your kindness-sti!l feel the pressure OF your
soft, warm hand, even though his be chilled with
the coldness of the grave.
never felt the puwcr of 4 fathers love; my
mother, when the rich bloom Of youth first
crimsoncd her check. bestowed her land to one
advanced in years. He proved Il kind husband
and father, but ere could test his love he died; ;
so my grandfather is the one with whom my
sweetest memories of home are asSncialed. 1t
was he who watched over my peaceful Chile
hood-who first taught me to lisp.
"Now lay me down 10 sleep" simple though
the words be, time could never erase them from
my heart, every chord of whic! lh'i'ls now,
whcncver hear them responded by Tie innocent
lips Of my own little ones. while they knee be.
fore me- its PRAYER that reaches the hearts
OF all, tur in lis simplicity is centcrcd more
depth of faith than the ou'p urngs from the
lips Of the eloquent can ever command: ard
seldom hear il uttered without going back to
,hc little room, where first knct 10 breathe it
by the side of my dear old grandfather.