The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1872-04-13
THE GRANDHlOTuER

@ andmamma is so old. she has So mo-
wrinkles aud her hair Is quite v bite b.
her eyes shine like 10 stais Yea. thew
more beautiful they are so mild. $, be
To lo k itto. Aud she can tell The n.
delight ui stories. and She has dreS, uC ll...
silk that TustIes it is covered with Isr,,
flowers.
GraudmaDma knows so much, for She ,-,s
so long before papa and mamma, that /, e.,
tain. Grandmamma has psalm book s..
SIX thick silver clasps. aud Sic reads Do
often; IN it there lies rose; it Is an.
pressed and dry it is not So fue as the r.-.
she has in .he vase. and yet she aIw.-
smiles most kindly at it there even C.r,
tears IN her eyes. How can IL be that Gral.
mama looks always SO f,u6ly upon the VII.
cred rose IN the old book ? Do you knYN
Each time that Graudmamua's tears f.
upon the flower, its Oior revives, ii fresle-.
again, ana the whole room is filled with H.
scent of it !; the walls disappear as tLurg,
they were only fog. and all around Is .t
green. beautiful wood, with the sun sLmr,
through the leaves. and grandmapua san.
she is quite young Sae is a beautifaI g.l
with blooming che ks. engaging and lovely.
no rose is mere fresh; yet tho eyes. the n
blessed eyes, are still grandmamma's BIZ
her side is seated youth so hands ue ant
strols! He offers her rose. aud she sui.,
-lut not thus smile graudInammai 7.
her smile comes. He Is gone the haud-.a-
youth is gone, and the psa!m~ book an grad.
mamma-ycS, there she sits again, as ta ,.T
lady, gaZ NJ at the witherCd rose that he,
tie book.
Now graDdmamma j. dead. ST. -.s n
the easy chair. aud told long de -.-r
story. And now its OVER" she sail. --.l
| am quite weary ; let me sleep a Ir-.-8
Then she lay back aud drew helyv 30.
and slept: but it became mnIe ard mn
still, and her face was so full of pence arl
joy, and was as if sua Shoue upon it. TIA
they said she was dead
She was laid in the black liil. en-l-n.
ed IN pure white lInen size boxed So ae4.
tful, and yet her eyes We're clrse l. Br..
the wrinkles were gone; sweet sm.i- p.t-.
on her mouth her hair was so silver rre
50 honorable, no one cJuli be afraid TO
at her it was still the same benign. ls
Srandmamma. And the psalm book EE
iaid under her head, as she herself had ,~
sired, and the rose lay Ia the old book; a..
so tley buried Ler
On her grave. close under the church y-r-
they planted a rose tree ana it stood ns.I +
blossoms; the nightingale sang over II. and
from within the church the organ Il4va!r.
most beautiful psalms in the Iork that lg
under her head. And the moon ~hpue Lri.-,
down upon the grave bur the dead ule
uot there; every child could fear.c,~'v q
there at night, aud pluck a rose there Jy q.
church wall.
Que Il at is dead knows more than all g.
liv ng know; the dead know the dread IS.
living should feel at anything 50 strange as
hat they should appear to Us Tue deal.
are better than we are. and they do Not c5-.s
There Is earth over the C, fin, there is earl.
in 1t. The aim book with its leaves
dust hut above. fresh roses b,oom-alru
the nightingale sings and the organ play,
one thinks Of the Old grandmother. wiil d.
mill eyes. sver young.
Eyes eau never die! Ours shall one zr
see her. young and beautiful as when f.rr.
first time she kissed the fresh red rusu .-.
letb uow dust in the grave.