Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1851-12-16

IIome. the hfme &c chillhood ard pf yoptb.
how dear must il ever be h the heart q man
houd Years mist baye elapsed since we
looked up1ga It's venerable form. or crossed lis
threshold, worn IS the tread II generations,
but 1t can never fade from orr mcm6ry. or be
displaced from our recollection BY any other
we have since learned 10 call our home
The love Of home. like tie love Of country
is confined to 40 class; il is not to be bound
ed by the landmarks Of nobility. or limited 10
its universal Sovereignty by the restraints II
rank. The lordly mansion and the splendid
palace nay have little Of home 20 bless their
magni6cence, while thelowly but rcposing be-
meath their shade may make good title to
the endearing name. The traveller may have
gazed on many sunny landscape and many
noble shore. The heaying forest or The
waving prairie may have spread their lowell
ness before him. majestic rivers may have
eoarted his admiration, or the soft murmur
ings Of some blue lake have wooed him to re :
pose but these. though they may charm for
while. cannot win bis bear; from home -
He may have wandered beneath tho glowing
sky Of Italy. or climbed the rocky heights,
grand III their towering ruggcdness. ofswitz.
erland. His footsteps may have echoed amid
the ruins Of Greece, or trod in paths hallow-
cd by the feet of Him who trod earth With
no home in which to lay His head Bat the
glores Of Italian scenery, the mourniul assoc
citation of lovely Greece, or the still more ten
der rocoleetious Of holy Palestine, may not
tempt him to do more than linger for a mo-
ment by the way. and then press on to that
less favored il may be, but far dearer, land
whore is his home.
The sailar, as in tie lorely night watch.
he PAGES the deck Of his gallant vessel, bound
ing along over some distant sea. while the
moaning wind whistles through the ccrdage
dreams it is the voice spirits, whispering Of
home--the home he quilted so readily. but
which he now longs for as the tempest driven
bird for the nest it has 50 rashly torsakcn.--
Many strange vicissitude has be undergone
since he left that peaceful spot at one time
the scented gales Of Araby have flung their
fragrance around him, as his barque glided
gracefully through the ripping waters Of the
blue Mediterranean at an other the rude
blast Of the tempest has struck his Fceling
ship, and sent her leaping and quiscring over
the mountain wares Of the boundless Allan
tic But. alike in sunshine and in storm, the
silken zephcr could not WOO nor the roaring
hurricane drive from lis brcost the sweet
hope of one day revisiting the home now SC
far away.
The thought Of home is that which iufuscs
its greatest sigor into the arm Of the warrior
rendering him on the battle field indifferent
to the tramp OF the war horse, the fash Ct the
hayonct. or the roar Of the cannon; and
which, on the bed of sickness. brcathes con-
ISOLATION into his wounds, and rohs them Of
half their pam BY reminding him Of their re-
ward
II matters not whether that home be in
the dim recesses Of snow crowned Norway
or in The heamng plains Of laughing France
under the burning sun Of Africa scorchcd
up deserts. or by some glistening stream in
forest glade of dear old England by Maya
ras foaming precipice, or Geueva's peaceful
lakc--home is everywhere home "lfomc
sweet, sweet home is the song in which oil
raticns may join, for truly there is no place
like home '--Parlor Magazine.