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And I think that to have known one good old man  one man who, through the chances and rubs of a long life, has carried his heart in his hand, like a palm branch, waving all discords into peace, helps our faith in God, in ourselves, and in each other, more than many sermons. I hardly know whether to be grateful to my grandfather for the spectacles; and yet when I remember that it is to them I owe the pleasant image of him which I cherish I seem to myself sadly ungrateful. AND I THINK THAT TO HAVE KNOWN ONE GOOD OLD MAN ONE MAN WHO THROUGH THE CHANCES AND RUBS OF A LONG LIFE HAS CARRIED HIS HEART IN HIS HAND LIKE A PALM BRANCH WAVING ALL DISCORDS INTO PEACE HELPS OUR FAITH IN GOD IN OURSELVES AND IN EACH OTHER MORE THAN MANY SERMONS I HARDLY KNOW WHETHER TO BE GRATEFUL TO MY GRANDFATHER FOR THE SPECTACLES AND YET WHEN I REMEMBER THAT IT IS TO THEM I OWE THE PLEASANT IMAGE OF HIM WHICH I CHERISH I SEEM TO MYSELF SADLY UNGRATEFUL
med 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! "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 grandmother cherished his memory with tender regret. A violent passion of grief for his loss was no more possible than for the pensive decay of the year. "We have no portrait of him, but I see always, when I remember him, that peaceful and luxuriant palm. HIS 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 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 GRANDMOTHER CHERISHED HIS MEMORY WITH TENDER REGRET A VIOLENT PASSION OF GRIEF FOR HIS LOSS WAS NO MORE POSSIBLE THAN FOR THE PENSIVE DECAY OF THE YEAR WE HAVE NO PORTRAIT OF HIM BUT I SEE ALWAYS WHEN I REMEMBER HIM THAT PEACEFUL AND LUXURIANT PALM
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