Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1853-05-11
From the Religious Herald.
THE LOVE OF HOME.


EAR with sweetness not peculiar to any other
sound? There is something in it So expires
siye Of that tenderness and affection. which il
50 soothing to the feelings Every thing
about home seems to have charm, even tie
little fall bug with its monotonoas note. and
the chirping cricket, by the lonely Preside Of
our home--all have charms for Us. Can we
be too much attached to our home---that dear
place where we FIRST learned to lisp The
name mother--where our infant minds FIRST
began to expand-where we learned the Gu
dearments Of iriendsbir-- where we were rear
ed with tenderness aud affection and tasted Z
of all the happiness the world could Afford
and where we also learned to value Saviour
blood and to count all things but loss, in com
parison with knowledge Of bin? We may
leave cur home for another, where we may
find kind friends and everything conducive to
happiness: but still. there is an aching void,
which nothing but home can ill. We can
truly say with the poet.
uLet the traveller boast of the chimes he has
seen,
Where the wonders of Nature abound,
He may tell you Of winters arrayed in pure
green,
And summers in ieicles bound.
He may visit the cities Of classical fame,
Alexandria, and Athens, and Rome,
But all of these eujoyments deserve not the
name,
Compared with the sweets Of n home.n
Memory will wander back, let US be where
we may, aud pleasing melancholy will per-
wade our minds, when it pictures all those
dear places and scenes Of our childhood 6
home; where We have so often sported In
childish glee. FREQ from care when we thought
our path would always be strewn With roses,
and our day as bright as then
While wo ought to love our home, aud re-
we're its memory, let US also bear in mind that
this is not our permanent homo But all
things must change, and pass away! And
who would be willing. (were it possible,) to
spend 40 endless eternity in this world Of sor
row aud disappointment, and be denied the
glorious privilege of seeing Sasour's face,
and the inefiable bliss Of spending an eterni-
ty il chat blissful abode. where all tears are
wiped away, and sorrow aud disappointment
are unknown? We're this life one unelouded
day Of pleasure, the very monotony which it
would produce. would tend to WEAKNESS il not
10 pain But, such is not the order Of Prov
idence, Above beneath, around Us, change
is the characteristic Of things. Day succeeds
night: one season gives place to another
the ocean, though beautiful, in its calmness
anon is lashed into fury by the wrath of til,
tempest; the heavens now serene. presently
become involved in clouds and storms mu
tation is stamped upon all our hopes, desires
and expectations However the busy pur-
suits of gain. the vaultings OF ambition, on The
simple delights Of domestic lie may enchain
us TO one pursuit, until habit becomes second
nature, and our course seems still in this ebo-
sen routine yet, such is the law Of our be-
ing such the order Of Providence, that some
obstacle springs up to break the even Of our
way--to disengage the mind from the eonsid-
GRAFTON Of the evanesceut things around our
path; aud by reflex influence to look with.
in to that complicated and mysterious ugen-
cy which constitutes cur being For exam
pie we find ourselves possessed Of everything
which can supply our wants or crafty the
more refined tastes Of wealth, or intellectual
refinement No accident mars our felicity
no misfortune clouds our brow--our friend
ships arc sincere aud reciprocal-our domes
/ tic Joys know no elimination. and the heart
luxuriates in all the world calls happiness
/ But suddenly, "a change comes over the
spirit of our dream; some dear friend, or
some fond idol with whom the affections Of
the heart were so closely entwined. that it
we're like death to sever the link Which uniies
us to them. is snatchel from our embrace !;
and that animated and beauteous being, in
whom life seemed to wanton in excess, now
lies tenant of the tomb. The gushing foun-
tains of sympathy are chilled in the GOODNESS
of the grave, aud the lone heart stricken by
the bereavement, is left to bow in agony be.
fore the irreyocable decree. But though
death thus invades our peace, and gathers to
its dark domain the loved ones in whom our
the conviction come home to our minds, that
they are not lost forever - that there is some
spirit land, where crowned with Amaranthiue
garhnds, they await our coming to join them
in those bowers Of joy.
rI@Persons not in good health should
never retire at night with cold feet; it some
times lays the foundation Of many iacurable
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