The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1844-01-18
VOICE OF f R E Z D o M.
H o M l.

E There is something in the word b6Mt
that wakes the kndlest feelings of tn
, heart. II is not merely friends and kind
red that render that place so dear; bu
; the very hills and rocks and rivule,
throw charm around the place of one''
nativity. 1t is no wonder that the loftles
harps have been tuned 10 sing OF home
sweet home" The rose, that blooms
in the garden where one has wandered If
early years, thoughtless child, careless
in innocence, is lovely in its bloom and
oveler in its decay. No songs are sweet
like those we heard among the boughs
that shade paren:'s dwelling, when the
morning or the evening hour found US gay
as the birds that warbIed over US. No
waters are bright like the clear silver
streams that wind among the flower
decked knobs where in childhood we
have often strayed to pluck the violet, or
the lily, or Irvine garland for some low
ed schoolmate. We may wander away,
and mingle in The worlds fierce strife"
and form new associations and friend
ships, and fancy we have almost forgot
ten the land of our birth; but at some
evening hour. as we listen perchance 10
the Autumn- winds, the remembrance of
other days comes over the soul and fan
cy bears US back 10 childhood's scenes,
and we roam again the old familiar
haunts, and press the hands of compan.
ions long since cold in the grave,-and
listen to voices we shall hear on earth no
more. 1t is then feeling Of melancholy
steals over US, which, like Ossian's mu-
sic, is pleasant though mournful TO the
soul. The Swiss General-who leads
his army into foreign land, must not suf-
fer the sweet airs of Switzerland 10 be
sung in The hearing Of his soldiers; for at
the thrilling sound they would leave the
camp, and fly away to their owa green
hills. The Alienation from his will
braided hut, and borne away 10 the
land of charters and of chains, Weeps as
he thinks Of home, and signs and pines
Tor the Cocoa land beyond the waters Of
the sea. Years may have passed over
him, and stripes and toll may have crush
ed his sprit,-al his kindred may have
found graves upon the corals of ocean
yet we've he free, how soon would he
seek the shores and skies of his boy hood
dreams. The New England MARINER
amid the ice-bergs of the northern seas,
or breathing the spicy gales of The ever
green Isles, or coasting along the shore
of the Pacific, though The hand Of lime
may have blancbed his raven locks, aud
care have ploughed deep burrows on his
brow, and his heart have been chilled by
the storms Of ocean, Till the fountains OF
his love had almost ceased TO gush with
the Heavenly current-yet upon some
summers evening as he looks out upon
the sun sinking behind the western wave,
he will think of home, and his heart will
yearn for the loved of other days, and
his tears flow like the summer rain. -
How does the henri Of The wanderer, al
ter long years of absence beat, and his
eye fill, as he catches a glimpse of the
hills of his nativity and when he has
pressed the lip of mother or sister,
how soon does he hasten to see if the gar
den, and the orchard, and the stream look
as in days gone byl We may find
chimes as beautiful, and skies as bright,
and friends as devoted bat they will mol
usurp The place Of Home.
There is one spot where none will sigh |
for home. The flowers tina! blossom
there will never fade; the crystal waters
that wind along these verdanl wales will
never cease 10 send up their heavenly mu.
sic the clusters hanging from trees eer.
shadowing its banks will be immortal
clusters; and the friends that meet will
meet forever.
REV. JACOB KNAPP. We have noticed, |
going the rounds of the papers, a charge that
this distinguished preacher, had received
enormous sums Of money for his labors, &c.
From personal acquaintance with Mr.. X.
me have bean 10Th 10 credit anu rennrts ION