Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-01-01
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Grandmother Room.

Grandmother's Room.
You do not remember it; that would seem as
though it were something gone; something tina.
might chance in later years, to be remembered
no longer You knOu to-day as of old; and the
little room with its west windows, and the sun
| that always used to stream across the floor Sat
urday afternoons, is present to you now; when
1t takes more than holiday and the sun shine
TO make you glad, like vision from Paradise
Iou are not always thinking of the old room.
Cares will come in crowds, and your heart can
not take IN the whole universe as once it did; So
world-hke, you too often close it against the best
and hottest visitors. You do not admit them i,
may be, for long time, bat when sorrows fall.
| and to-day's friends falter, then you are driven
within, and find that the sweet thoughts of child.
hood are already there, waiting to berecognizeI
So it is to-night--you have come, wearied, from
out the hustle of the world and as you sit in the
tire-hght of your own home, and see your chIl-
dren's Grandmother in her own old place, you
feel strange longing to be as good as child
once more, and soon you dream that you arc
one.
| As you sit there, l say, you dream that it is
the june of the year and of life, and that it is
sunset. You have just finished your noisy play
and youcome at once to "Grandmothers Room -
spray Of the climbing rose outside, has crept
in at the west window, and is lifted gently up
and down by the breeze, and a food of golden
light is in the room. A verse in the Bible is to
be learned, for the Sabbath school lesson, and
hymn recited. The lesson is about angels, and
| there is a long word like righteousness" in it,
which you are very glad you don't have to spell
| The hymn is about Jesus, and how ale called
little children like lambs to his fold" You like
the hymn, and ask Grandmother if Jesus won;
call you and Alice, "but not yes" you add.
| Then the dream changes, aud it is no longer
June, but chilly, autumn night. Your sister
Alice has been very ill. She is lying in Grand
mothers room, but they have kept you away all
day and tonight stranger put you TO bed; but
you cannot sleep; you try to say your little pray
er alone, but you cannot, for crying; so you stea
softly down and kiss them all once more, anG
lay your cheek close to sisters pale face, and lei
her try TO stroke back your hair. You 90 III
stairs again, happier, for sister is better, and yol
feel sure God Will not let her die
And you dream that it is winter ont of doors
but i'll Grandmother's room, it is bright anC
warm. You and the sister God did not take from
you are there and you have just been telling hei
about that night when she was so sick, so long
ago, "a whole year, was ii not. Grandma yol
aSk-a soft voice answers, Did you speak
father and YOU start up to find yourself, not {
child at play in the old west room, but a mar.
standing there in your Own home, with you
daughter, 4 second Alice, by your side.
Then you see how true il is, that the days o
childhood, be they good or i'll. are never to b,
forgotten; and lrawing your child nearer to you
You sit and talk with her of things long gone by
praying meanwhile that your little ones ma,
cherish memories, as bright with love as are YOU
own.
Toutcli her, perhaps, of the time when the OLE
west room was darkened. for Grandmother die
not always stay with you. You are a strong
man hut your voice falters as you speak of tn,
nsorn when the end came TO her, as it mus
come 90 you and ALL and you catch something o
the Divine spirit OF the last words on the love,
lips before she entered the celestial city: He re
storc;h my SOUL Weeping now for although
man. ycu may weep, you say fervenily. "Bles
scd is the house that has its 'Grandmother'
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