Smyrna times., 1867-02-13

IINt' 1'''' h'nd was eyer with irawn closed
I',i - pe "P'hed IN our own with the nuts >h
nGu T"'EneISu' with the cherries she had pluck
9" ne i'''Ie Gg@ She had found the turn
oLo' Hrc had baked the trnkct she had pur
CHASED Tor uN as the product Of her ~ninnin
the blessings She had stored for NH "a
spring OF her heart. '''' 0''
;. nat treasures of story fell from those oil
HIA-"i good larles and evil, Of the old time
""c" She WdN Il girl but w0nler.d if eyer
pUl 'heh she coul'in be hamd>unrr or dear.
SHE was ever little. And th.n, when W
begged her to sing - Sing US one, of th,. al,
SoI&N you used To sing to mother. grandma
NhIiRfeh. | can sing, She AWAY, said
iH ii'liicI tNod to always lay her knitting soft
i 'o"u' ana I'M Kitten Stopped playing witt
'nc s"i On tHc Moor and the clock tucked low
81 III tne Lf corner aud the fire died down IL ;
gov" IKE an old heart that is n ithcr chilli,
nor dead and gran lnothcr sang. r., hr >,,r,.
II would not do for the paror and concert rom
No" days but then it was the % d-la >hjopr,
| Sr3hilnother, anI the old ballad in tb,. I..n
"'d Times ami We can hardly sce to viii, ia,
tlc ulG'""IA "l them, though it is i hand,
/ breadth To the sunset
/ " ell she sang. Her voice wa, feeble and
%a'trlng like 4 fountain just ready u fall
1ut theh now NwcCt-tuucd it was and II h,,.,u,,
"eePcr aHu stronger, but it could NOT grow
, >"teter. W hat JOY OF grct il wa, 10 III
'l'TG aS"uhIt H. lire. all Of IT, ,NccItlng.J J,ur
anu "I' We Thought We saw whcu the door wa,
OPENED i h"ncnt by the wind Eut l.r,, ,,,
were not afraid, for wa, it not her ,ll .,,iL
>Ie Wore 10 >lt there around the fir, ,,,J
weep over the Woes Of the babe, m th,. ,ynoJ.
VINO Iald down side by side in tlI. great solemn,
,n""""s, and no" strangely glad We tclt when
lhc l"Olh rcd breast covered thcm with l.,y..
ana iAst oi all When the angel took them .ut
ol night lnto day everlasting
"c InIy think what We viii of it now. lnt
th' song and shc story heard around the kitrI-
ou ilrc nave cut"rrd the thought, and tn. i've.
"l most ot u. have given the germs Of what.
ever poetry blcSseS our hearts, Whatever ot
memory blooms III our Yesterdays. Attribute
Whatever We may To the school and the ,cL,oI
master the rays which make that little day we
eau ne rdiIdte from the tiod swept circle Of
the hcarth~tunc
hen She sings an old lullaby She sung 10
h"thcr--h'r mother sang it to her. but she
uoeN not sing II through, and ftltcrs err. IL !,
u'lt. III rests her head uIaa her hands
aud 1t /, >licut III the old Kitchen. S,ur,nin.,
cutters down between her finger, in tn. fire.
HSht and 1t looked like ram IN the soft >up
SHINE lhe Old graudmoth, r l. thiukiu-r when
>hc Hi>' hcdrd The SOM. AMI uf the VOICE thar
SA'4 ~ when a iIGht- haired and 4 i4ht heart
ed girl, she hung round that notLrrs ,.l,,;r
l4or saw the shadows Of the wears - come Ob
tA' lays that ar uo more What word. nm
say what deeds undo to set back lust this
once the ancient clock Of time
, % our little hands We're forever cEnpino m
her garments and staying her as from lvinr
lor long ago She had done living for herself
and lived alone in US. But the old kitchen
wants presence to day and the rush bottom.
cd char Is tcuautl -
How she used to welcome US when We werc
grown, aud came back once more t. the home.
stead
We thought We were men anl women. but
VIC we've children there, the old-ta>hioncd
grandmother was blind in her ewes. bur she
saw with her heart, as She away, did ~.
Threw our long shadows through the omen door
aud She felt them a. they fell over her form,
anu she looked dlmy up, and She sand
tIwdrd know. and LUcy's voice | can
near but whose Is that othrr? 1t must hc
Jane Ion She had almost forgotten the
I"ided hands. Oh, no! not Jane, for >h.
let me see-she ; waiting for me. i,n' >hc?"
and the old grandmother wandered aud wrnt
1t IS another daughtc grandmothrr that
EDWARD has brought tor your blessing, " saws
some one.
= Has she blue eyes, my SOM Put her hands
n NINE, tor she is my late born. the chIId ot
ny old age. Shall slug you song, chill
lren = aud she i, idly iumbliug for toy. a
Welcome Sltt for the children that have come
again.
One Of us, men as we thought we were i,
Weeping; she hears the halt-supprcSSed SobS,
md she says, as she extends her feeble hand
Here, my poor boy, rest upon your grand
mother 5 shoulder, she will protect you from
Ill harm.
Come, children. sit around the fire again.
SIaH |
STIR the tirc for it is cold the nights are grow
ng colder.
The clock in the corner struck nine, the bed
lme OF those old days The song OF life was
unE, the story told. 1t was bed time at last
Iood- night to thee, grandmother The old
dShl0ned grandmother was no more and We
Mss her forever But we will set up tablet
n the midst of the heart, and write on it only
his Sacred to the memory Of the Old-fa,h
Oned grandmother. God bless her forever"
At the moment Of the destruction of Pom
,ell by an eruption of Mount Ncsuvius. a u
seventy Nine, a theatrical representation was
elng given III the Amphithcatre. A sprcul,-
or named Longini, taking advantage of thar
historical "reminiscences, has constructed a nrw
hcatrc on the RUNS, the opening Of which ne
nnOunces IN the following triuI,. Amer
IpoC OF eighteen hundred years the theatre -,
he city will be reopcncd with la FigIia drl
tcgglmentO | solicit from the nohil;tv ,1,J
entry continuance Of the iavors con,tantLr
.estowcd on my predecessor, Marquis Ouintu.
artaruS, and beg to assure them that | Shall
lake effort to equal the rare qualities he di,
laycd during his management -
The Ffccnd"ts Joaruai llt ,man Catholic,
etcndS and applau.ls the expulsion of ProtrS,
nj worship from Rome, on the assnmmtinn T
nat she Is exclusively aud peculiarly a Catb"'
c clty-a great cathedral close, as it werc
nd asks: ~ "oie' I
What right have ! to go into the larp st {
onven'I1e of any Of the pLtry Protr.hfaH' h n
'cts IN their country to disturb thei wo s,;,3
As the Pope and the Catholic R'E J
Ion' and nothing else, have kept Rome ir,' tr,',
eng an an uninhablted desert, the nearly three
undred millions Of Catholicism the woriJ '%,vo bavo
rght TO claim for that, as IA h0ly elm in ,",n.
'ayS' an exception from the rest of ihe worIJT
CROSBY has made hundreds of persons C,o,. :
not hsaping an opera onto tham," ''"'' q