"There is a calm for those who weep,
A rest for weary pilgrims found.
They calmly lie and sweetly sleep,
Low in the ground, low in the ground."
But all the while they wuz singin' I kep' on thinkin' that Grandma Bodley wuz too good a woman and too good a Christian to have such singin' over her. It sot all the mourners off to cryin', and no wonder. They had a squeaky old melodeon that Tamer learned to play on when she wuz a child, and a neighborin' girl that played by ear played on it; and the singers bein' picked up that day as they come in from different townships, they flatted and sharped them poor hims in a way that wuz perfectly dretful; but I thought to myself, poor Grandma has got where she can't hear it, and this word come right into my mind, "Blessed are the dead."
Well, there bein' no regular undertaker, the bashful young minister, after the last him wuz sung, give a notice that wuz dretful mixed up, and sounded more as if he had invited the corpse to walk round and view the congregation than visey versey. A way wuz cleared round the coffin, and the folks from the kitchin all filed in first and walked round the coffin and then went out through the parlor bedroom door into the kitchen and outdoors, and then the folks in the settin' room did the same, and then the mourners.
Jack, the first minute he got a chance, squeezed in in front of all the rest and wouldn't move on. Grandma Bodley looked calm and peaceful; she had lived a Christian and died one, and the peace of God wuz wrote down on her forward. Her lips and eyes that had smiled so many times on less happy souls wuz closed peaceful.
