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"My grandfather died. But still, in the warm morning sunshine upon the piazza, I felt his placid presence, and as I crawled into his great chair, and drifted on in reverie through the still tropical day, it was as if his soft dreamy eye had passed into my soul. MY GRANDFATHER DIED BUT STILL IN THE WARM MORNING SUNSHINE UPON THE PIAZZA I FELT HIS PLACID PRESENCE AND AS I CRAWLED INTO HIS GREAT CHAIR AND DRIFTED ON IN REVERIE THROUGH THE STILL TROPICAL DAY IT WAS AS IF HIS SOFT DREAMY EYE HAD PASSED INTO MY SOUL
ers; flocks quietly feeding; birds wheeling and chirping. I heard children's voices, and the low lullaby of happy mothers. The sound of cheerful singing came wafted from distant fields upon the light breeze. Golden harvests glistened out of sight, and I caught their rustling whispers of prosperity. A warm, mellow atmosphere bathed the whole. "I have seen copies of the landscapes of the Italian, painter Claude, which seemed to me faint reminiscences of that calm and happy vision. But all this peace and prosperity seemed to flow from the spreading palm as from a fountain. "I do not know how long I looked, but I had, apparently, no power, as I had no will, to remove the spectacles. What a wonderful island must Nevis be, thought I, if people carry such pictures in their pockets, only by buying a pair of spectacles! What wonder that my dear grandmother Titbottom has lived such a placid life, and has blessed us all with her sunny temper, when she has lived surrounded by such images of peace! ENS TEEMING WITH FRUIT AND FLOWERS FLOCKS QUIETLY FEEDING BIRDS WHEELING AND CHIRPING I HEARD CHILDREN'S VOICES AND THE LOW LULLABY OF HAPPY MOTHERS THE SOUND OF CHEERFUL SINGING CAME WAFTED FROM DISTANT FIELDS UPON THE LIGHT BREEZE GOLDEN HARVESTS GLISTEN OUT OF SIGHT AND I CAUGHT THEIR RUSTLING WHISPERS OF PROSPERITY A WARM MELLOW ATMOSPHERE BATHED THE WHOLE I HAVE SEEN COPIES OF THE LANDSCAPES OF THE ITALIAN PAINTER CLOD WHICH SEEMED TO ME FAINT REMINISCENCES OF THAT CALM AND HAPPY VISION BUT ALL THIS PEACE AND PROSPERITY SEEMED TO FLOW FROM THE SPREADING PALM AS FROM A FOUNTAIN I DO NOT KNOW HOW LONG I LOOKED BUT I HAD APPARENTLY NO POWER AS I HAD NO WILL TO REMOVE THE SPECTACLES WHAT A WONDERFUL ISLAND MUST NEVERS BE THOUGHT I IF PEOPLE CARRY SUCH PICTURES IN THEIR POCKETS ONLY BY BUYING A PAIR OF SPECTACLES WHAT WONDER THAT MY DEAR GRANDMOTHER TIT BOTTOM HAS LIVED SUCH A PLACID LIFE AND HAS BLESSED US ALL WITH HER SUNNY TEMPER WHEN SHE HAS LIVED SURROUNDED BY SUCH IMAGES OF PEACE
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