The Sumter banner. [volume] (Sumterville, S.C.) 1846-1855, 1850-11-27
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Old Winter is coming.

Old Winter is comng-old Winter SO drcar-
His hcralds uuwelcome, proclaim nc is near.
There's wall on the blast, there are voices
that say,
eThe spirit of Summer is passing away"
Sweet evening! the balm Of the breczcs is DER,
An bleak is The blast mountain and moor;
There's shadow and gloom i'll the depths of the
AMI the trees Of the forest, arc moaning fare
we'll
Old Winter is coming, once more to rcjnice
In his robings Of snow and trappings ~ Ice
The dreariest of dcsputs, who bends to his sway,
Ncet sister Of Summer, the beautiful day.
Dear evening! with thee no more on the green
In ioyancc Of sport the vitngers seen;
And The mnsc Of childhood, in gniRbols no
more,
Is borne on the breeze from the cottagcr's door.
All client and chlI--not bird ou the bough
IL heard to warble his vesper hymn now;
Not n cav from tho rook, as lie wingcth his
flight
{ Der meads where are seen the shadows Of
night
Cid Winter is coniug-ola Winter SO drcar--
4, ,Hia heralds, unwclcnme, proclaim lie is near;
Thereto a wall on tfe blast, there are voices
s.The anirit Of Summer is passing away
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ID HOME ..D WoaEs.-lf thero has
ever been o more touching and more.
eloquent eulogium upon tho charms OF
home. md its deg rest ,reasurc, woman,
.,hs.-;,, o,n,,,in.,; IN the following OK
,rac, from .nc Christian Inquirer, il has
not bhen our good fortune to meet IT.
"Onr hon,cssS%ha, is their corner stone
but the virtue Of woman, and OH what
does social we'll being rest but our home?
Must We no, trace all other blessings Of
civilized life to the doors Of our private
dwellings? Are not our hearth stones
guarded by the holy forms of conjngnl,
filial and patcrnal love, the corner
stones Of church and State; more sac
a red than either, more necessary than
both? Let our temples crumblc and
our academies decay; let every public
edilice, our halls of justice, and our cap
ilals Of State, be leveled with the dust;
but spare our homes. Let no social.
ist invade them with his wild plans Of
community. Nun did no. invent, and
wo cannot improve or nbrogatc them.
a private shelter TO cover in Two hearts
dearer to each other than all the world;
high wallsto exclude the proiane eyes Of
every human being; sec|usion enough
for children to feel that mother is pc
culiar and holy name--.,hs is home;
ADD here is the birthplace Of every
yirtuous impulse, Of every sacred
thought. Here the Church and State
must come for their origin and their
support. Oh, spare our homes The
love we experience there gives us our
fuilh in infinite goodness, the purity and
disinterescd tenderness OF our home is
our fore.tnsle and our earnest Of bet
ter world. In the relations there esta.
blishcd and fostercd, do we fad through
life the chief soace Of joy and exist
ence. What friends deserve the name,
compared with those whom birth-right
gave us? One mother is worth thou
sand friends; one sister truer and dear.
er than twenty intimate companions.
We who played on the same hearth,
nnder the light Of the same smile, who
dnte TO the same scenes and season Of
Innocence and hope, in whose veins run
the same blood, do we not find tha,
years only make more sacred and more
important the lie that binds us? Cool
pess may spring up, distance may sepa-
rate, different spheres may divide, but
those who can love any thing-who
continue 10 love at all--must find the
friends whom God himself gave, are
wholly unlike nnv we can choose for
ourselves, and that the yearning for
these is the strongest spnrk in our ex-
piring affection"
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