The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1893-08-15
R1assed Memories of Grandparents.

One bright Sabbath morning not many
weeks ago I left my home for the Sappa'h
school: as | stood Il few moments waiting
for an electric car, l could but take IN
the beauties Of the morning, the COOLING
breeze. the bright gardens filled with HOW
ers. and the throng of happy children
.xlvly clad as they passed me by III an
syver to the sweet-toned Sabbath BEL mat
recalled the children's hymn, sweet the
Music of the Sabbath Bell, stealing on
the quiet air.
Soon nv car was in sight. and on getting
in. | found myself seated by friend L
had not seen for several weeks. In mo-
ment there came shadow over the bright
thoughts and the eXhilarating feelings the
morning had produced, for / noticed my
friend wore not the bright colored gar
ments / had always seen her in,
but instead, the habiliments of
mourning. Around her We're her
husband and children, and knew not whom
she m0urned but waiting until We reached
the church | asked her why that sad dress,
aud looking at me with tears in her eyes
and with tramulous lips, she said. Il have
lost my dear, old grandfather, all | had
There was something so sweet and pathetic
to see this mother of Il family. sri@ylng for
the aged grandfather that for days her
sweet sorrCwing face would come before me,
and | thought blessed grandfather who had
lived a life around which other lives had
twinnd and left such hallOWed memories
Who that reads the lines that head our
column today, 10 the memory of this very
grandfather, but will find an echo III thelr
own hearts from down the aisle of time
bringing sweet thougwhts of some other
Srandparent that has passed beyond the
bounds of earth.
Thrice blessed is the home that possesses
GRANDPARENTS. The child who has no memory
of a grandfather or mothers love, IS indeed
10 be pited No fireSide is complete without
the -ray-haired sire or DANE, who lives over
again life made more perfect by watch
ing and caring for their grandchildren.
There, comes to my mind now the beautl-
ful home picture of a grayhaired grandfather
who lives only in the light of htue plue-
eyed, golden-haircd boy the only child OF All
ONLY son. There is 10 music on earth or
III heaven that VIII be sweeter TO ms ears
than the music of this child voice, no
light brighter than the light OF those biue
eyes, and 10 pressure Of the hahd hhlf -
sweet as the clasp Of those baby fingers
Siirdin: on the verge Of eternity, alter Il
wcll-spcnt life, he looks back and sees me
mistakes that We're uncOnsciousiy ihid'''
atd which can now never be rcctiticd, and
his whole life is spent in doing Tor ms
child what viii il part atone for any Snis
Of omission innocentiy committed Ill o'hea
lives entrusted! to his care And how happy
will be the memories of this child WHO
waits and watches for this loving grant
flther's home coming.
livery broken toy is taken to him for in
snection, every joy and sorrow meets Il
sympathetic ear. How sweet to see them
as ,hey sit and chat or walk together. the
one never wcarying of asking questions OF
tIie other of answering; il is the picture OF
youth and age-winter anil spring-one life
goin.. cut. another just begun.
So in Thousands of homes can this nic-
lure b. seen. and it is always lovely to the
eve There IS Il sweet and halowed nflri-
enca in the home that is houore1 with the
presence of grandparents-it is, as if
heaven had sent benediction upon it's in