The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1878-05-30

~ \ hcdlj Ilth"dUb nome ~ one OI our
quiet villages, sat Mrs. Grey, one cold,
bleak day in February. Her nome was
bright with the love and cheer which
p%erVaded it, and made that spot of all on
earth most dear to each member Ot the
family, and a hospitabIe, happy resort
fora large circle Of intimate, apprecia-
tive friends And yet it wal y sad M
well as \ glad home to Mrs. Grey sid
because Of the absence of one who had
for years been its gun and center, and
| glad because Of the blessed atmosphere
Of his presence which seemed to pervade
the home, even yet, and for the Joyful
memories which were continually
brought to mind.
Mr.. Grey had been a prominent mer
chant in the town Of Greysyille tor many
a long year, and was known and loved by
all the country round for his strict bual
ness integrity, his genial, courteous man.
ners, his kindIincBs Of heart, his noble
ways. lie was acknowledged by all to
be a true nobIeman, in all that the term
implies,
He was not only loved aud honored
by his fellow townsmen and by the
members OF bis church, but in the happy
home, where he was best known, he
was the joy Of the whole household, and
his absence Of even 4 day was felt and
re- retted by all the family, from the
loving wife TO the little child, who babe
her father a CHEEKY eood>bye in the
morning, and whose blue eyes and
laughing face greeted bin at the window
each evening IN his return.
About a year ago, the time Of which
We write, Mr., Grey was suddenly taken
sick with Il 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 a friend; the bells
were mullIed friends, and nurses, and
doctors, spoke in whispers as they tiptoed
through the halls, and, ere many days
had passed, the bright spirit bad taken
It's light to that better land, had become
"A citizen Of that heavenly city, in that
country from whose bourne no traveller
rctnrneth, and the home 50 recently full
of mirti and joy, was strange and sad in
its environment OF sorrow.
For Il few days the hearts of all seemed
to beat in sympathy with the Borrowing
ones, and then they seemed LETT to carry
their own burdens and the world moved
on IN iLs restless, busy way other in
terests and sympaLhics took possession of
the hearts Of friends, and the sun seemed
to shine for all but Mrs. Grey and the
dear ones that clustered about her, But
To them
TIN rncs Of all the world vas changed"
In the earl yspring-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 Que
helped 10 carry the basket and talked in
a bright, happy way about the flowers,
and how glad dear papa would be when
he looked down from Heaven, and saw
them going with them.
u He'll know we don't forget him, and
he'll geo his little Tot Lrotting along
with these beautiful flowers; and you'll |
let me lay some on the grave. won't
you But how even \ clild's words
can turn ones thoughts away from self
and make one feel that, though her own
sorrow may he heavy, s|,e'e not the only
hnrdcned one--that
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