I'm afeered that even the best on us, at some time or nuther, have
been up to some devil"--(sly, but awfully emphatic nudge from Grandma)
"ahem! we're all born under a cuss!" persisted Grandpa, with irate
satisfaction. "I've steered through a good many oceans," he continued,
more softly, "but thar' ain't none so--misty--as this--a--" (portentous
nudge from Grandma,) "as this pesky ocean of Life! We've got to keep a
sharp look-out" (another nudge from Grandma), "ahem, steer clear of the
rocks," (persistent nudges from Grandma), "ahem! ahem! trust in God
Almighty!" admitted Grandpa with telling force, and sat down.
As for Grandma, she was herself always prompt and faithful in the
discharge of duty, however trying the circumstances. She was no
hypocrite, this dear old soul! She could not have feigned sentiments
which she did not feel, yet it was invariably the case that, as she rose
in meeting, her usually cheerful face became in the highest degree
tearful and lugubrious. The thought of so many precious souls drifting
toward destruction filled her tender heart with woe. She besought them
in the gentlest and most persuasive terms to "turn to Jesus.
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