The Osceola times., 1878-05-25
Unconscious sympathy.

III n Httt, pitisdnt Ipiut III one OF our
quiet villages, sat Mrs. Grey, one cold,
bleak day in February. Her home was
bright with the love and cheer which
pervaded it, and made that spot of all on
earth most dear TO each member OF the
family, and a hespitsble, happy resort
for large circle of intimate, apprecia-
tive friends And yet il was sad as
well as glad home to Mrs. Grey sad
because of the absence of one who had
for years been its sun and center, and
glad because of the blessed atmosphere
of his presence which seemed to peryade
the home, even yet, and for the joyful
memories which were continually
brought to mind.
Mr.. Grey had been prominent mer
chant in the town of Greysvile for many
long year, and was known and loved by
all the country round for his strict busi-
ness integrity, his genial, courteous man
ners, his kindliness of heart, his noble
ways He was acknowledged by all to
be true noblemsn, in all that the term
implies.
He was not only loved and honored
by his fellow. .townsmen and by the
members OF his church, but in the happy
home, where he was best known, he
was the joy of the whole household, and
his absence of even n day was felt and
regretted by all the family, from the
loving wife to the little child, who babe
her father u CHEEKY good>bye in the
morning, and whose blue eyes and
laughing face greeted him at the window
each evening on his return.
| hnni 1a s,I, l.. Ill,
we write, Mr.. Grey was suddenly taken
sick with raging fever, and almost
before his friends could realize it, he
was delirious and past all help. The
light, joyful atmosphere of the house
became heavy and sad the children were
taken to the home of friend; the bells
were mufiled; friends, and nurses, and
doctors, spoke in whispers as they tiptoed
through the halls, and, ere many days
had passed, the bright Split had taken
its Eight to that better land, had become
a citizen of that heavenly city, in that
country from whose bourne no traveller
returneth, and the home so recently full
Of mirt' and JOY, was strange and sad in
its environment Ot SORROW
For few days the hearts Of all seemed
TO beat in sympathy with the sorrowing
ones, and then they seemed LETT 10 carry
their own burdens and the world moved
on in its restless, busy way; other in.
terests and sympathies took possession OF
the hearts of friends, and the sun seemed
80 shine for all but Mrs. Grey and the
dear ones that clustered about her. But
to them
- The FACE Of all the world was changed"
In the early spring. time, while yet the
bleak winds sighed over the barren fields,
Mrs. Grey TOOK her little child with her,
and went to lay flowers upon the grave
OF her husband. The CHEEKY little one
helped to carry the basket and talked in
a bright, happy way about the flowers,
and how glad dear papa would he when
he looked down from Heaven, and saw
them going with them.
He'll know we don't FORGET him, and
he'll see his little Tot trotting along
with these beautiful flowers; and you'll
let me lay some on the grave, won't
you ;" But how even a childs words
can turn ones thoughts away from self,
and make one feel that, though her own
sorrow may be heavy, she's not the only
burdened one--that
There are trials besettiug every path
Which call for constant care;
There Is cross In every lot.
And an earnest need for praycr."
These words were brought to the mind
of Mrs, Grey, as kneeling by her hus
bands grave and feeling that in losing
him she had lost more than any one in
the world beside that the sun no longer
seemed to shine for her as il used to that
the earth, which once was psrsdise,
seemed now dresry waste her little
girl, looking about upon the many other
graves, said with kind, bright look,
Mamma, let's put some flowers on
the other graves, too"
All, what a suggestive thought ON
the other graves, too Yes, as sad as
your trial may be, my friend, remember
there are Others who have rs heavy, yes,
heavier burdens to bear While you
look back on only sunny days, and look
forward TO Joys unspeaksble, there are
many whose backward look is full OF
bitter memories, and who have no hone
beyond. Let us remember them let us
lay the flowers of sympathy and kind.
ness upon their hearts, if not upon the
graves of those they loved let us be
thankful for the many mercies that are
ours which are denied to many as they
go about with broken, disappointed
hearts, and as we try to
"Gather the sunshine
lie sheds on the way
and carry to them to tighten their sor.
rows, we shall surely find it true ths,
Hearts growing a-wegry
With heavier woe
Now droop mid the darkness"
What blessed thing il this sweet
chord Of sympathy, and what hene>
dictiop comes over our own hearts and
homes. as we look upon the bright
side OF our own trisls and appreciate, with
full heartedness, the heavier sorrows OF
many of our friends, which are not hard
TO discover, II ouf eyessre not altogether
turned upon ourselves,
When your dark times come, my
friends, and YOU feeithst the clouds hang
over YOU heavier than over others, and
tina. Gods affective hand is crushing
your heart and life, remember the sweet
words OF the little child, "Lst us put
flowers on the other graves, too" and 90
with cheerful faces, and so help bear the
sorrows of others Chicago Standard.
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