This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ...He at last these words repeat--"All things are ready, come!" Buenos Ayrean." At sea, Grannie's (Brave. "Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep." The following lines were written on receipt of a pictorial post card, on which is a view of old Grey Friars Church, and Burial Ground, Stirling. My late aunt Jane--Mrs Wm. ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1907 Excerpt: ...He at last these words repeat--"All things are ready, come!" Buenos Ayrean." At sea, Grannie's (Brave. "Thine is a perfect rest, secure and deep." The following lines were written on receipt of a pictorial post card, on which is a view of old Grey Friars Church, and Burial Ground, Stirling. My late aunt Jane--Mrs Wm. Mitchell, was laid to rest quite close to the east side of the above church, which sacred spot is shown on the post card, so kindly sent to me by the said auntie's granddaughter, Jeanie Page, who had that portion of the card, marked with the cross and the words: "Grannie's Grave." The cross and remark recalled to my mind many sweet incidents in connection with dear "Grannie--as most people called her--and with other dear friends at Stirling, and, more especially, my last visit to Grannie's grave: --Friends! this postal card and picture, Waken memories of long ago, May God bless the hand that sent it, Tho' its "remark " caused tears to flow! And its "cross" my soul did inspire To think, as I thought of the brave, Whose tombs I saw round Grey Friars, My last visit to Grannie's grave. The wide ocean roll between me And that mound, near the Lady's Rock, But that night in fancy I see! I seem to hear the old tower clock. As I heard it that calm evening, When I passed by each silent plot, Down towards the old Grey Friars, By which side is that sacred spot. The heaven's far sparkling diamonds Cast their rays o'er each written page; Deep chiselled in polished marble, Doing honour to youth and age. Some, whom for their faith died martyrs, Covenanters who gladly gave Their lives for Christ's sake--are resting 'Neath these mounds, round dear Grannie's There's the grave of " Henry Drummond,&quo...
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