The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1871-11-24
(frorn the Louisville Lodge.. Oct. 22d.)
GRANDMOTHER GLAZE.


From the Louisville Lodge.. OCT. 22d.)
GRANDMOTHER GLAZE.
4 sketch OF a Remarkable Old
Woman.
Poor old woman Years ago the
withered hands were folded across
her puleseless breast, and robed in
spotlcss white she was laid away in
the garden, where all day long the
silken butterflies glide between the
roses aud the lilies that grow in 81
lence over her grave. The grass that
would spring fresh and green in the
narrow path that leads irom4 the
rickety gateway TO the humble mound
is beaten down by the feet of children
on weekly pilgrimage to this Medina
of their young and tender affections.
Was she not, in life, To them prop het.
priest and queen? Did the harnessed
chisalry of Arabia, with all their wild
dreams of conquest, pay sincerer trib-
ute of love To Mohammed than these
little ones 10 their sole earthly deity
whose place can never more be sup
piled! What wonder. then, that with
each returning Spring they We'd with
each other in deeds of childish aifec-
ton above her narrow home.
Grandmother Glaze moved from
Alabama in company with a daughter,
aged eighty years, grandson Of sixty,
great-grandson of thirty.iive. and a
host OF little great greats, in the Sum-
mer of 1s4s.
She was then in her ninety eighth
year. and the motherly affection be-
slowed on her only child gave rise to
the joke that she was want to- remark,
e | fear will never raise that child"
She was always dclicate-like and
feeblc-poor thing. But this was n
Sary Camp story which well.ballanced
persons never entertained.
ALABAMA WAS THE OLD LADY's PAR
ADIsg.
Moving from the county Of Madi.
son, in that State, TO the adjoining
State in the year mentioned, was the
first time she had ever passed the
boundary line of her native county
Few persons have ever lived ninety
eight years in one neighborhood. and
this fact of itself made her a heroine
i'll the eyes of the fast age.
II hope yet" she would say with
tears in her eyes, ito go back TO Yal-
lerbam, aud end my days there.
never would a left il I'd had my way.
But things are not as they was in my
raisin'. Then grown people had their
own say-so about such things, but
now the children turning TO her
daughter and grandson) rule the
grown-up-folks!"
There was no intended irony in this.
Children are always children in n
mothers heart, thank God! and we
are always boys at home, let the
hateful crow set his tracks about the
corners of our eyes as he may.
Grandmother Glaze ws the idol OF
all the little ones in the neighbor-
hood. To telling of her haps by field
and flood there was no end, though
she never had but one in all her life.
And that was sleight-of-hand show
though she didn't know it by that
name, nor by any other, as for that
matter.
why, bless your souls, childrenP'
she would proceed, "you oughter seen
that man. He just cut the head off OF
another man, with no more how-d'ye-
do about it than I'd cut off chickens!
But he put it on ag'in, and that's the
wonder. And then he made a watch
fly out of another mans pocket right
slap into my pocket; and he fried eggs
in his hat, same as frying.pan. This
was the only show / ever went to-
and don't know whether they called
it an animal show or circus
LOVE WAS THE Law OF HER LIFE.
She knew-she wanted to know no
other. Her last illness was borne
with patient faith worthy of the
martyrs. She never exhibited the
least impatience save once tina,
was but the day before her death
The physician, in the kindness of his
professional heart, slipped quietly to
her bedside while she slept, and lay
ing the fat of his left hand on heI
shrunken chest, began with the right
to sound her lungs, as she had always
objected to such investigation when
awake. But these new-fangled no.
tions didn't suit Grandmother Glaze
YARDS, and catnip, and sich," were
her standby to the last. What
then, was the doctors astonisment
and trepidition as the old lady hall
sprung from her dying couch and
shouted out, "what are you thumpin
of me fur! I'm not watermillion!'
This was woman's argument, but il
prevailed. Dear old soul! She nc
doubt telt that her time had come
when such innovations were tolerated
and passed willingly to her final rest
A Warsaw man saw q war among
| the wives and widows of Warsaw