The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1871-08-05

quite white; bat her eyes shine like
two stars. Yea. they are much
more beautiful; they aronao mild,
so blessed to look into. And she
can tell the Aost deliGhtful stenes.
and she has . dress Of thick silk
ehst rustless sit - osxss11 with
large flowers.
Grsndmms knows - much. for
shc lived long before papa and
mamma, that is certain. Grand
mamma hes 3 psalm book, with
thick silver clasps, and she reads in
It often; in it there lies . rose; it il
quite pressed and dry; Il b not 90
fine % the roses she has In the vase,
aud yet che always smiles most
kindly at it; there even come tears
il her eyes. How can il be that
grandmamma looks always 80 fond
y upon the wretched rose In the
old book7 Do you knowf Each
time that grandmamma's tears fall
upon the flower, it, color revives,
it freshens again. and the whole
room is filed with the scent Of it;
the wallis disappear as thoneh they
we're only fog. and all around It
the green. beautiful wood. with the
sun shining through the leaves. and
grandmamma-yes,' che IL quite
young! She 10 . beautiful girl
with golden locke and blooming
cheeks. engaging and lovely; NO
rose 10 more fresh; yet the eyes, tho
mild, blessed eyee, they are still
grandmamma's. BY her side is
seated . youth-so young, hand
some and strong! He Offers her
the rose, and she smiles-but not
thus smiles grandmanmal Yes!
the smile comes. He is gone;
many thoughts and many forms
pass by; the handsome youth is
gone, the rose lies in the psalm-
book, and grandmamms, yes there
she sits again, as an old lady, "a.
zing at the withered rose that lies
in the book. r
Now grandmamma is dead. She
sat in the easy chair, and told o
long, long delightful story. :And
now it 10 over" she said, s'and I
am quite weary; let me sleep q
little Then she lay back, drew
heavy Sigh and slept, bat it became
more and more still, and her face
Was 90 full Of peace and joy, and
it was il the sun shone on it; then
they said she was dead.
She was laid in . black co6in, en-.
shrouded in pure white linen; she
looked 90 beautiful, and yet her
eyes were closed. But all the
wrinkles were gone; . sweet smile
played on her mouth; her hair was
go silver white, 80 honorable, no
one could be afraid to look ct her;
it was still the same, benign, kind
grandm ANNA. And the psalm
book was laid under her head, as
she herself had desired; and the
rose lay in the old book; and 50
they buried he.
On her grave; close under the
church wall, they planted rose,
and it stood full Of blossoms; the
nightingale sang over 1t, and from
within the church the organ played
the most beautiful psalms in the
book that lay under head. Aud
the moon shone right down upon
the grave, but the dead one Was
not there; every child could fear
lessly 60 there at night, and pluck
q rose there by the churchyard
wall.
One that is dead knows more
than all We living know; the dead
know the dread We should feel at
anything 80 strange ~ that they
should come to us; the dead are
better than We all, aud so they do
not conc. There is earth over the
coffin, there is earth in il. The
psalm book, with its leaves, is dust,
the rose. with oil its associations,
has crumbled into dust, but above
fresh roses bloom-above the
nightingale sings. and the organ
plays. one thinks Of the old grand,
mother, with the mild eyes. ever
young.
Eyes can never die! Ours shall
one day see her, young and beau-
tiful as when, for the first time, she
kissed the fresh red rosc that lieth
now dust in the grave.
A SENSIRI.E RESOLVE.
"Did you ever hear, sir, how il
was that Edwards. the macon, gave
| up drinking ? said . working man
| to NV father. one flav. whor ha