Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1846-04-29
Tine JOYS Of Home:

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The Joys Of Home. IT
o, what is so refreshing, So soothing
so satisfying, as the placid joys Of homet
See the traveller. Does duty for a
season cali him to leave his beloved
family circle! The image ofhis earthly
happiness continues wildly in his Sre-ll
membrance. Il quickens him 10 dili.
gence; it cheers f'itn under difficulties;
il, makes him hail the hour which, sees
his purpose accomplished, and his face
turned home; it communes with him as
he journeys; and he hears the promise
which causes him TO hope chou shalt
know also, that thy tabernacle shall be
in peace; and thou shalt visit thy habita1
tion and not SIM O,the joyful re- unioA
of divided family--the pleasures Of
renewed interview and conversation
after days OF absence. ..o3
Behold the man Of science. He drops
the labor and painfulness of research,
closes his volume, smooths his wrinkled
brow leaves his study, and unbending
himself, stoops to the capacities, yield 10
the wishes and mingle with the divers
sions Of his children. 10 2. rs
"He will not blush that has fathers loart,, ."'
To take in childish play a childish part; II
| But bends his sturdy back to any toy, f1
That youth takes pleasure in, to please his boy" 2
Take the man.oftrade. What recon-
Giles him to the Toll Of business! What
enables him TO endure the fastidiousness
and impertinense of customersl What
rewards him for so many hours Of tedi.
Gus confinement BY and by, tho sea.
son ol intercourse will arrive, he wilt
be embosomed in the carresscs Of his
family, he will behold the desire Of his
eyes, the children of his love, for whom
he resigns his ease; and in their welfare
and smiles, he will find his recompense.
Yonder comes the laborcr. He has
borne the buroen and heat Of the day;
the descending sun has released him
from his toll, and he is Fastening home
to enjoy repose. Half way down the
lane, by the side of which stands his
cottage, his children run to meet him;
one he carries and one he leads. The
companion ofhis humble life is ready to
furnish him with his plain repast. See,
his toil-worn countenance assumes an
air of cheerfulness; his hardships are
forgotten; fatigue vanishes; he eats and
is satisfied; the evening fair, he walks
with uncovered head around his garden;
enters again, and retires to rest, and "the
rest ofa laboring man is sweet, wheth.
er he cats little or much" Inhabitants
Of this lonely, lovely dwelling, who can
be Indifferent to thy COMFORT Peace
be to this house, a-a
"Let no ambition mock thy useful toll,
Thy homely joyssand destiny obscure;
Nor grandeur hear with disdainfal smile.
The short and simple annals ofthe poor"
THE DEAD.--How little do we think
of the dead. Their bodies lie entomb-
. ed in all our towns, villages, and neigh
, borhoods. The lands they cultivated,
: the houses they built, the works Of their
a hands are always before our eyes
d We travel the same roads, walk the
s. same paths, sit a. the same fire.sides.
:. sleep in the same rooms, ride in the
s same carriage, and dine at the same
ot table, and yet seldom remember that
g those who once occupied these places
: are now gone--alas! forever! 81
'i Strange that the living should 50 for;
d get the dead, when the world is fun OF
lie the mementoes Of their lives. Strange
s. that the feeting cares of life should 50
o soon rush in and fill The breast 10 the OK
It clusion of those once.so dear To-day
s man stands and weeps over the grave Of
n his departed friend. Tomorrow ho
III passes the grave with cold indifference.
''e To-day his heart is wrung with all the
le bitterness Of anguish for the loss Of one
e. he so much loved; tomorrow the i'm,
e. age of that friend is effaced from hi,
Id heart and almost forgottsn. ,,g T
a. What commentary upon mani :,