The daily comet. [volume] (Baton Rouge, La.) 1850-1856, 1853-05-21
Coyresp ondence.


" MISSIONER, way 49, t0Uo.
WEsr BA4os 1oUos
Dear Cont :--flomc again, Haes asain /
In the beautiful opera Of the "Maid q Mil.
IN" the fair disconsolaie is made TO sing
, sHome sweet Home, there Is no place like
Home"
This sentiment has made such deep
impression on the intelligent world, that
daily thousand angelic warblers, sing the
beautiful ballad and thus feel (for they can.
not singj the rougher sex Of every land,
kindred and cline. From the nobiest duke
of the old World, down to the h,mblest
squatter Of the far, far distant West, this
sentiment predominates. The naughty Gear
of Russia loves noshis gorgeous Palace
Home, more than his humble serf does his
miserable howell on the banks Of the volga.
The simple miQded Peasant Of Normanda
loves prehaps his lowly cottage more than
the Imperial Parvenue his luxurious Tuil-
leries. Home il sacred word, around
which many a hallowed incident clings -
II is there our affections are garnered up
1t is there the heart beats its first pulsa,ions
Of love, of friendship and Of noble ambition.
II is there the soul delights to take refuge
from the stormy troublous world and com
mime with its God.
/ find on my return home, smiling fields
OF cane and rich geeen waving corn. The
fat cattle are browsing around, the sheap
are bleating and the pretty coats are sport
ing in playful rnood-even proud chanti-
cleer crows as Justify as ever, and the birds
sing most gaily. The flowers too. have
not been idie--the Oleander, the Cape jas
mine, the Golden-leaf Rose, the Honey
Suckle, all, all are now displaying their
brightest, prettiest jackets and the air has
become redolent with their delightful fra
GRANGE. II has been well said that God
made the country and man made the town.
The soil Of West Baton Rouge yields back
to the Planter an abundant harvest, his la
Dor is well repaid. The rich, the black,
luxuriant mother earth, stands out in bold
relief. when compared 10 your sickly, mag
noIia ciay-gut, poor stiff, terra infrma."-
In fact, would not give for my use, the
Parish OF West Baton Rouge for all Of
Georgia, Alabama, and the land Of chivalry
thrown in as "lanaHs."
"Horps, sweet Home" The Arabs are
wandering warlike race and seldom At
Home--the best wish which they give
stranger is this, may you die at Home
among your friends" Mr.. Comet, have
you ever thought of this. 'ris a touching
most sublime wish.
Many years ago. l was in the army
A young man from Tennessee was in my
Company--he was gallant, brave youth,
the idol of his comrades. In an engage
ment with the enemy he received fatal
bullet in his breast While lying on his
death bed he called me to his side-said he
Capt Mannering / am going to die, oh! !
would die happy if was only at home and
could shake hands with my mother and sis
tiers once more. With these words on his
lips, the dying soldier breathed his last
can't forget 1.-THE scene is still fresh in
my mind. Time himself can never blot it
out.
A few weeks agoin small village !
saw young man from one OF the Northern
States. He had cone South recently and
located himself in Georgia. lie was an
amiable, educated. intelligent gentleman.
He was physician in good practice. Hav-
ing addressed young lady,-she had dis
carded him, and was engaged to marry an
other, rival OF his; OH the wedding night,
his soul gave way, dispair overlook him
he resorted to poison The alarm was Civ.
en- and amongst the rest, went to see him.
The fatal drug had done its work. took
his cold han. and chafted it little. He
reused himself even IN ''articulo mortis' and
exclaimed-"Oh God, let me see my happy
home once more-my happy home-my
poor Mother.n-Nature gave way and he
was numbered with the dead The love OF
Home is strong in death. The pious Miss
ionary, the humble centurian of the cross,
when he comes to lay down his body on the
burning sands of Malabor, and take his long
last, final leave, yearns, to see the home OF
his childhood once more, only once more.
Scorching fevers larch his emaciated lips
and oh for one cool drink from that cold