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Grandfathers

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Day
1
Month
December
Year
1865
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Public Domain
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T offcen wïshed that Shakspeare had not put That speech picture ot Hfa irito the mouth of Jucqucs. Jacques was a melaneboly man, and took a melaucholy view of things. If hö had not been a niisanthrope a baby miglit have present èd itself to his mind as chuckling and crowing in the nurse's arms and not a rnewling and puking. In like manner he might have drnwn a pleasant picture of a green and happy old ag, instead of ièuistirig so mueh on leanuess and slippers and shrunken shanks. The seven ages, as Jaoques depicts them, may be in accordanoe with a certain rule of life ; but, for my part, I have met with very many beautiful exceptious. aud I love to dweil upori thera. It has been my good Fortune toknow raany old men. who, after the toil t.nd strife of life, retained all the original innoeenee and simplioity of their eirly childhood. I have geen them - and can see them now - sitting in their easy chaire, tbeir gums as innocent of tecth, and their beads as innocent of hair, as wnen they lay in their mothers' laps - sittiug there, biditig the Lord'a good time patieutly and cheerñilly, nhilu sons and daughtars and graudsons and granddaughters bovered about them, and patted and srnoothed their piüow, and spoke tt) them in those simple words which seem as well adapted to the old man as to the child. There is a ing inHiienc in old tgo wliich wó all recognize. We may kuow thut the ld man has lead a wickud lile, but when old age eomes upon him, wrinkling his brow, blanehiug his hair, and bowing him to the eartb, it seems as if he had been redeerued and purified by time. I can undertand why the patriarchs prayed so fiequently and so earnestly for length of days ; prayed for life until the passions and vanities of human nature should have patssed 'over like a cloud, leaving the heart to beat its last throb on the peaueful shore of eternity. It always seems to me that at four score a raan is neither in this world nor in the next, but that he is in a position between the two, ncd can look caimly upou both. I think it must be pleasant to look upon the last shore thus and waitfor the boat, not impatietit for, neither draadïng its coming, pleasant to hear the splash of the oars and the distant song ot the rowers, as they come to bear you away to thüt golden land vvhere youth is eternal. I fhould fimJ it difficult to talk of ola granaíatuer otherwiae than in this strain, for I have never knovvn an oid grnndfather wljo, whatever his previous life, did not wear an aspect of innocenee. Age is not altogetber uukind. While it withers tho beauty il. also expungis the traces of the ovil passions. The film that covers over the oye is a vuil te hide the glare of anger; the vvrinkles that score tho brow are strokes of tiiae's pen, dtsigned to oblilerate tho f'rown and the pcowl that passion has writteu there so boldly. I can recall many grandfathera who were a practical testimony to the soundness of the theory which I liave ju8t broached with regard to the purifying influence of age. I reiuernber one, a liltle feeblo, cheery, merry-hearted oíd fellow, who had been a terrible Turk in his young days. Ho had been passinnate, imperious, violenf,, a constant source of trouble to his wife, and a terror to his children. When he became an oíd grandfather, he was trausformed iiato the tuost docile creature imaginable. His own little grandchildren could rule him and make him do juet as they liked. " Do you remember grandfather," one of them would ay, " when you used to give it to your boys all round wilh tho horsevvhip T " No, no, my dear," he would aoawér, "I hope I never did that." " Oh, but you did, grandfather, and grandmolher saya that you used to get drunk and break the chimnoy oriiaments."- " Oh, fio, fio. no, my 'dear," says the oíd man, " it could'nt have been me, it must have been somebody else." And granny strikes in and aftirms the deed, couipletely snnislmig two cliina sliepherdussea that had beon in thafaniily for a century. Which relation sets the old man into atitof laughter so hearty and goud humored that you cannot couceive ho eould ever havo been ciipable oí the violeut conduct imputed to him. I daro say he can scarcely beliovo it himsclf, now, when age has cast the I uevil uut uï

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