Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1852-1852, 1852-08-20

when with moistened eyes ard faint siGhs he
thinks of his childhood's home his fathers fire
side; and when there will rise up before him the
oim spectral band Of past companions, Of past
affcctions-his mothers tender glance, his fathers
counsel the playful tenderness Of a sisters love;
and in comparison with that lost Home, not lost
through fault or folly of his, but swallowed up in
the vortex of time, he will for the moment think
lightly of his bills, and bonds, and balances, his
usurics, and his cash accounts; and his dream
will be yet to make Home where there shall be
smiles and peace.
For what is it that yondcr pale student con-
sumes the midnight oil? 1t is for fame? The
empty applause Of those whom in his heart Of
hearts he holds but cheary? All, no-he is
striving for a home. He pictures to himself the
vne-clad porch of some simple cottage, and him
self upon the threshold, with the hand of her
whom he loves in his, and all the world beyond
them banishcd from thcircontcmpl;ltion. These
men, then, are striving to make a home. They
may never reach the goal Of their ambiton.-
They may, when the goal of refuge is within
their sight, sink fainting by the way; or they
may find that habit is as strong as this first as
piration after home, and they 60 on then stri-
wing until the grave closes the account, aud gives
them quiet home indeed. But still they have
happiness in the pursuit, if to them it were but
an ignis fatuls which they never much cared to
reach.
Some are battling to regain lost Home
They have had the blessing, and treated it like
humble until it slipped from them, only then
showing itself to them, as the shadows of adj
verse circumstances roll between them and il what
jewel they have lost; and Home is something
akin to love- in the respect that once lost, it is
not easily recovered again. But such persons
will commence their pursuit, and through the
crowds of humanity, as though feasibly looking
forsome remembered but lost face they willscarch
for another Home like unto the one tlat has left
them.
Home is the revivifying spell that braces ma
nv heart to do its duty. The mariner on the
wide ocean. as he clings to the fral spar that is
alone between him and eternity, thinks Of his
Home, and his grasp tightens, for he feels that
esprit that holy word has given him strength.
The soldier upon the scorching plains Of India,
dreams of home at last i'll his native land: and
as the watch-frc palcs at his feet, he smiles rs
the visions Of his native village rises before his
minds eye.
The veriest vagrant that begs from door to
door has his Home, if it be but some deserted
hovel into which to crawl at night, when the
blasting wind is high and mighty. The Home
spell is around and about lis AL. Give the -
@cdcst urchin YOU can find in the Great city IN
aims Of unwontcd amount. and ten TO one but
he slutiles home with ii. The profane and vuI-
gar are accustomed, when they wish thai any
rude blnStcrcr. upon 4 public occasion, should be
quiet, to advise him to go Home" Even they
know that Home is the kingdom Of the heart:
and in the matched cottage, through! which III"
hollow wind whistles, as well Us in til" gorgeous
palatial pile, rcdolcnt Of warmth and perfumes,
the lIomc-spcll fingers, and there is 10 place
like it.
~ Happy Home. Oh, what 4 spell there is
in the words. Can human ambition point to
higher hope than that. unless it abanlons this
great sphere and fixes its gaze upon Immortality!
And after a, what is Immortality. and the Cod
Ike hope Of Christianity, bat Happy HON"
forever. Is there anything i'll the wide world 80
gracious to the heart rs the Home tircsidr::-
Home voices, their sighs and sounds: Home
tears ever have in them 4 rcdcc!ning joy that
makes them all hut celestial.
The man who with humble means and quiet
wishes, the man with q mind attunrd to the
harmonics, and to the beauties Of nature, who
has Home, where envy and untlanktulcSs
find no place, where dear domestic love and "c!l-
tlcncss arc the presiding angels, is indeed So
rene lIighncSS; and long may he continue 50, and
may our happy country be ever celebrated as the
land Of Home and Hearts.