Subject: These 4 Things Happen Before A Heart Attack

From: OmegaK <[email-masked]>
Date: Wed, 24 Aug 2016 16:06:12 -0400

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These 4 Things Happen Before A Heart Attack
Grandmother sits in her easy chair Softly humming some old-time air; And as she sings, her needles keep pace With the smiles that flit o' er her wrinkled face; While the fire-light flickers, and fades away, And comes again like the breaking day From morning till evening she knits and sings, While ever the pendulum tireless swings The moments around, with its tick and stroke, Nor hastes for the festal, nor lags for the yoke. And grandmother never repines at her fate Of being the last at the " Crystal Gate." Husband, and daughters, and sons all there, Wearing the " crown and the garments fair" Singing the songs that will never tire, And swelling the chorus of heaven' s choir; But patiently, hopefully, bides the time That shall bring her at last to a fairer clime. Grandmother' s chair will be vacant soon, For the rays of life slant far past noon; But yonder in heaven she' ll sing again, Joining the evermore glad refrain, Wearing the " crown" and the " garments fair," While we mournfully stand by her vacant chair. HOW GRANDMA SURPRISED ELSIE. Elsie Dean was four years old when she was invited to her first party. It was Dollie Blossom' s fifth birthday, and Dollie' s mamma had arranged for a little party in honor of the event. Of course Elsie' s mamma was perfectly willing she should go to the party, for the Blossoms were very nice people, and Mrs. Dean was always glad for an occasion of enjoyment for her little daughter. But alas, on the day before the party was to occur, Elsie went to a picnic, and was so unfortunate as to tear her dress--the only one she had which her mamma thought was suitable for her to wear to the party. " I am afraid you cannot go to the party, my dear, for now you have nothing fit to wear," said Mrs. Dean to Elsie. The little girl' s eyes filled with tears, and her Grandmamma seemed to feel almost as bad about it as Elsie. But she did not wish to make the little girl feel any worse over her disappointment, so she made light of it and told her that there would probably be another birthday party soon, and by that time she would surely have a suitable dress to wear. Elsie was finally comforted, and went to bed in good spirits after kissing mamma and grandmamma good night. What was Elsie' s surprise next morning, to find that her picnic dress had been mended " good as new." She did not need to ask who did it, for she felt certain that it was grandmamma' s work, and so it proved. Grandmamma remembered that she herself was a little girl once, and that blessed memory brought her into close sympathy with the grief and joy of her little granddaughter. And so Elsie, thanks to her grandmamma' s tact and tenderness, went to Dolly Blossom' s birthday party. [Illustration: GRANDMAMMA WONDERS IF SHE CAN' T MEND IT.] GOING TO BED. The evening is coming, The Sun sinks to rest; The rooks are all flying Straight home to their nest " Caw!" says the rook, as he flies overhead: It' s time little people were going to bed! The flowers are closing, The daisy' s asleep; The primrose is buried In slumber so deep. Shut up for the night is the pimpernel red: It' s time little people were going to bed! The butterfly, drowsy, Has folded its wing; The bees are returning, No more the birds sing. Their labor is over, their nestlings are fed: It' s time little people were going to bed! Here comes the pony, His work is all done; Down through the meadow He takes a good run; Up goes his heels, and down goes his head: It' s time little people were going to bed! Good-night, little people, Good-night and good-night; Sweet dreams to your eyelids, Till dawning of light; The evening has come, there' s no more to be said: It' s time little people were going to bed! T. HOOD. [Illustration: GOING TO BED.] THE CAT AND THE PARROT. A lady who lived in New York City owned a pet parrot and a large house cat. The parrot was just as full of mischief as could be. One day the cat and parrot had a quarrel. I think the cat had upset Polly' s food, or something of that kind. However, they seemed all right again. An hour or so after Polly was on her stand, she called out in a tone of extreme affection, " Pussy! Pussy! come here, Pussy." Pussy went and looked up innocently enough; Polly with her beak seized her tin of food and tipped its contents all over the cat, and then chuckled as poor Puss ran away half frightened to death. BABY. Who is it coos just like a dove? Who is it that we dearly love-- The brightest blessing from above? Our baby. While silent watch the angels keep, Who smiles so sweetly in his sleep, And oft displays his dimples deep. Our baby. [Illustration: POLLY PLAYING OFF A TRICK ON PUSS.] THE CAPTAIN' S DAUGHTER. We were crowded in the cabin, Not a soul would dare to sleep,-- It was midnight on the waters, And a storm was on the deep. ' Tis a fearful thing in winter To be shattered by the blast, And to hear the rattling trumpet Thunder, " Cut away the mast!" So we shuddered there in silence,-- For the stoutest held his breath, While the hungry sea was roaring, And the breakers talked with Death. And as thus we sat in darkness, Each one busy with his prayers, " We are lost!" the Captain shouted, As he staggered down the stairs. But his little daughter whispered, As she took his icy hand, " Isn' t God upon the ocean, Just the same as on the land?" Then we kissed the little maiden, And we spoke in better cheer, And we anchored safe in harbor When the morn was smiling clear. J. T. FIELDS [Illustration: SHIPWRECK ON THE AUCKLAND ISLANDS.] FUN FOR THE KITTENS. Our cat she had five little ones, As every person knew; Their names were " Flossie," " Snowball," " Smut," With " Kit," and little " Mew." One day on foraging intent, She leaped upon a cage, But after sniffing round a while Vexed thoughts her mind engage. " How very sad it is," thought she, " That every single linnet Has been removed before we came! The cage has nothing in it! " However, I have dined to-day, So now for quiet rest; My children, you may go and play, For frolic suits you best." With folded paws she laid her down, And meditative look, While every wicked little cat Its own diversion took. Said Snowball to his brother Kit, " Get out of this--now do; For Smut and I, we live in here, And there' s no room for you! " And Smut feels rather sick to-day, He told me so just now; So off you go, again I say, Or there will be a row. " And Kit, just leave that stick alone; Come, drop it now at once; Of all the cats I ever knew You are the greatest dunce." Cried little Smut, " Quick, Snowball, quick! Or you will be too late; Here' s sister Flossie pushing in; Come quick, and shut the gate." " How strange it seems, when you and I, Dear Snowball, are so good, That other cats should be so pert, Inquisitive and rude!" Said mother Puss, " This summer day I thought to lie at rest, While my dear children romp and play, Which seems to suit them best. " But really, how they snarl and fight, And kick, and growl, and riot! Ah, well! when they are old like me They' ll like a little quiet."

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