The Camden weekly journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1853-1861, 1853-12-20

the phrase is, finds only all aching void. The
sick k.hearted factory girl, tired with toiiing at
the beck of the mercless wheel j; or the sensi-
tive school.mistress, worn with duties and cares
that torture her aching brain and lonely heart.
may grasp the offer that promises home, and
find, too late, that it was but marriage on the
desert of life. "No healing spring nor health
full shade" is there What can the poor vic.
tim of such deusion do for there is no re-.
tracing the irrevocable step! Either sink into
soulless adaptation to the being and ABODE of
her choice-thus burying alive her noble ma.
ture-or await, in resignation, accomplishing,
save to God, the summons to that Home whose
"many mansions" of peace are prepared for
all the weary
The union of two loving hearts makes the
shrine of home the holy CT holies' within
the domestic tabernacle. But even the truly
welded may be "away from homc," or their
chosen abode may lack that exquisite adapta.
ton to the circumstances and character Of the
inmates, which constitutes the perfection Of
Home
Il never could call such hotel.like palace
nv home" said friend, who had been inspect.
ing the splendid residence of General R,
nabob of Western city. Splendor and os-
tentation are indeed a poor exchange for com
fort and quiet. Yet abodrs of rare luxury
seem well fitted to some exotic.like beings.
Passing a costly pillared residence in the
suburbs of Il, environed by gardens and
grounds fitted to charm a luxurious taste, a
companion said to me-
al could never feel at home in house like
that; but it is just such house as could fan
cy for our Lucy c.; do you not think so?'
In truth, the whole scene seemed an archi-
tectural and horticultural embodiment SD to
speak, Of the princess.like yet dreamy being
whose name was upon our lips.
Let the artisan have his home, the profess
siunal gentlemen, and the millionaire each
fitting to the comfort, well being, and mestal
charact eristics of the dweIlers. The length of
the purse need not shape the home9 it can, of
course, heap luxuries upon it; but every resi-.
dence. like every human face, has character
and a story of its own. Willis says, the gate
to mans premises should speak Of its owner.
How much more, then, should the home? Let
every energetic, original, enlightened spirit
carve or work out its own ideal in the shape of
a residence-modfed, Of course, by means and
circumstances what revolution in archi.
lecture would the world witness!
Some know, bitterly, how sad it is to give
up such home, at the call of a seemng y ca
pricious destiny Yet the lesson is too often
needed; for who is not prone to make idols OF
blessings? Let no man for any earthly thing
fret the spirit into frenzy or melancholy
Wealth is not necessary 10 make home; and
even poverty, if energy and cheertulI..ss be its
handmads, need not, in this blessed country of
ours, be long in fa>hi"ning home that shall
satisfy any honest, loving heart.
After all, happy though it may be, this
world is not our home" and perhaps the grand
reason "hy Providence has permitted so few
comparatively perfect homes to shine as load.
stars in the armament Of society, is to turn
our thoughts to that better home" only
perfect one since Paradise was forfeited.
The old man looks to heaven with the firm
glance of faith, and signs for its holy rest.
Young hearts should look q, to its eternal beau
ty, not less often or less ierven,ly. But it need
not be in WEAKNESS of earth. or in disgust with
the life God has given. Shall not all that is
good here, and all that ought to be dear, be
given US again in that other, sinlcss life Let
but our tastes, our affections, and our ambi-
ton be moulded on the model Of eternal TRUTH
and we cannot work too earnestly, we cannot
live too well. Looking through all that has
been created, to the Creator who has given, VIC
can beautily these homes Of earth,-cherlsh
these hearts that our Father has leut TO follow
them; aud so prepare, with tirmer step and
stronger trust, to cross the nllst.veed river
that rolls between US and our Home